[He wants to be mad at her, give her some sort of pout or pretend his displeasure, but he can’t hide it with her. Immediately, he laughs, chasing into her personal space effortlessly as he grabs for her hand. There’s no place he’d rather be.]

Alright, alright, you fuckin’ disaster. You know where there’s a good batch of ‘em today? Beach is pretty sparse but there’s gotta be some idiots with poles out by the rocks that are gonna looooove being wet.