Trip to The Beach

[Dust]

The man that stood over Xavier's height waited as he used the back of his hand to rub off the evidence of his weakness, as if height have even heard the mouse say she wanted him to get to feeling better already. Strange how emotional a man can get after having none for decades. He wondered if he'd ever get used to having them.

He laughed at his words, and smiled a bit more cheerily. Then they started down towards the beach, Dust on the neko's heels. "That explains that look on your face. " He commented as his long legs made up for any lost ground, he had to be careful not to walk too fast as they moved past to planks of now ash color wood and soon straight onto almost unbarably hot sand.

From the moment they began to mingle among the other people, Wolf looked as if he belonged on the beach much more than his neko friend who grew up among islands and the people in them; the tight fitting shorts looked like professional grade swim trunks, while Xavier was still fully clothed.

"I can't remember the last time I had ice cream.. " He mentioned as he looked around for anything of interest. But it looked like any ordinary beach. At the very least, like a photo Dusty's seen prior. Humanoids lying all over the soft sand, umbrellas with some of them, only a bag with a few. He could even see a few volleyball nets set up down the side. But he was not sure where they would go to get ice cream.