He likes living out here. It's peaceful. Quiet, most of the time. Kravitz is just far enough down the beach to avoid the most touristy spots, but close enough that his cottage is only a five minute walk from the sand. He likes to think of the ocean as his neighbor. A neighbor that never makes too much noise, listens to him as he vents his annoyances in the early morning, and gives him inspiration late at night when his writers block is at it's worst.
Alright, so he could probably use some real friends. But that's tough when you've moved to a new place and you're a recluse whose only hobbies don't exactly lend themselves to socialization. But that's fine, he's okay with that. Perfectly content, really.
Kravitz was expecting another quiet evening with his perfect little spot to himself, but apparently that's not in that cards today, because there's someone else here. 'Someone' does not do them credit, but he's a little too dumbstruck for anything more descriptive.
Feet bare and pants rolled up past his ankles, Kravitz stands on the cool sand and stares. He's not sure the man he's seeing is even real.]
aaaaaaaaaand MERMAID+HUMAN
He likes living out here. It's peaceful. Quiet, most of the time. Kravitz is just far enough down the beach to avoid the most touristy spots, but close enough that his cottage is only a five minute walk from the sand. He likes to think of the ocean as his neighbor. A neighbor that never makes too much noise, listens to him as he vents his annoyances in the early morning, and gives him inspiration late at night when his writers block is at it's worst.
Alright, so he could probably use some real friends. But that's tough when you've moved to a new place and you're a recluse whose only hobbies don't exactly lend themselves to socialization. But that's fine, he's okay with that. Perfectly content, really.
Kravitz was expecting another quiet evening with his perfect little spot to himself, but apparently that's not in that cards today, because there's someone else here. 'Someone' does not do them credit, but he's a little too dumbstruck for anything more descriptive.
Feet bare and pants rolled up past his ankles, Kravitz stands on the cool sand and stares. He's not sure the man he's seeing is even real.]