A Day at the Beach [Sylvester][Private]
Sun Sep 10, 2017 6:19 pm
Sun Sep 10, 2017 7:22 pm
He walked, taking notice of the waves and the crowd; deep in thought, he zoned out somewhat, and walked until the crowd was largely out of sight. Only when he saw a pale girl with white hair lying upon her towel about two meters in front of him did he snap back into consciousness. At this moment the sand shifted under his feet- or something like that-
and he fell forward and ate the ground. He picked himself up and attempted to dust himself off, but he blushed awkwardly in doing so. He hoped, rather unrealistically, the pale girl did not notice him.
Sun Sep 10, 2017 7:55 pm
Sun Sep 10, 2017 11:51 pm
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to me all the time."
The lady stood, and walked over to Syl, who was at that moment trying to stand and shake himself off. He blushed once again when she giggled at his swimming trunks, recalling the saying "true men wear pink." It was true- pink was the manliest of colors, only suitable to adorn the loins of the manliest of men. Tee-hee-hee, Sylvester was one of them.
"You call me Eight," the lady then said, before asking why Sylvester decided to wander so far from the crowd. Syl was curious- "Eight" was not necessarily a common given name. He wouldn't verbally ask if that was this lady's real name or some handle, but he felt a sort of suspicion that it was the latter rather than the former. Regardless, being an earnest young man, Syl decided he would at least give his company the pleasure and privilege to know his name.
"I'm Sylvester. It's nice to meet you, "Eight." I don't really know why I wandered over here- I guess I was just thinking."
It was then that Syl noticed the nuanced expression the lady's lips happened to be forming; she looked somewhat sad. Was it something he said?
"Um... What's wrong? Is everything all right? Did I say something?"
Mon Sep 11, 2017 12:11 am
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