Trip to The Beach

[Dust]

Dust was focused on following Xavier as he moved across the hot sands, noting one or two sights of nontraditional tourist scenes. He also saw few islands in the far distance when he glanced out to sea, but he hadn't been at all paying attention to what was going on with the neko. So when he looked back to see a full figured female with mouse ears, while still retaining a bit of the original body. Specifically Xavier's clothes. For a moment he was confused, but he sensed it was the same energy before, the one that still sort of lingers on his arm.

He looked her over curiously, wondering if she'd taken Xavier her hostage and if he should be concerned, but she seemed a bit too awkward for that kind of thinking. He could tell there were some physical differences, widening of hips despite the jeans he wore, visible expansion in the chest; even some skin showing through the opened button up shirt. He found himself paying close attention to that for a long while before moving on. Her words implied this wasn't a regular thing, and he became very curious about what the occasion was. He gave her a polite smile as she looked in his direction, despite knowing there was only one body to be shared, he found her cute.

"Hello, Azalea." He said in his same gravely voice that raked pleasantly against eardrums, his voice was the kind of voice that could sing just about anything. Except maybe classical opera. He might still be able to pull it off, but he had more of a rock voice. They were at the ice cream cart now, and he looked down at the colorful list of flavors. Some were simple, others were complicated, and he wondered for a moment how a child was supposed to purchase it, let alone an adult that was expected to know what everything was. He felt a bead of sweat sink down his neck when she asked what his favorite flavor was. "They will sound strange to someone who doesn't know my culture, but I remember liking Matcha Green Tea flavor." He explained, and noticed that wasn't one of the flavors on the list. Would they have it? Would they both look at him like he was insane for suggesting you mix tea and ice cream?

He gave her a nervous laugh. "I don't even know if I like it anymore, I'll try whatever you want me to." He added, letting her choose the treat of her choice. He tried to guess, would she go for two cones, a sundae the two of them would share? A frozen fruit bar? What else can you do with ice cream? He could only guess, he never looked into it.