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Short post is short .:c
The girl giggled as his rusty coloured cheeks found a bit more of a pink tint. "Cute." She said, now tracing different shapes in to sand beside her. She shivered a bit, crossing her arms to help maintain some warmth. "It usually is this time of year.. But you seem pretty well prepared." Yuki motioned towards the clothes he was wearing, as well as the sack he carried.
He studied his surroundings as if he was uneasy, which was probably the case. The girl picked up on emotions easily, and sadly enough, usually felt them being pushed onto her. She looked down at the sand nervously as her anxiety rose, her question dancing around in the cool air. "Ah. And so you recognize it." She stopped her humming, watching as the male got back to his feet. She didn't bother to move. The ocean had a strange way of calming her back down.. The steady sound of the waves retreating from the crooked shore line filling her black ears. She jumped a bit as the blanket was tossed on to her, blocking some of the cool air from reaching her legs. Her eyes turned the male, studying his clothed body and face.
"Do you know any other songs?" Asked the female in an absent minded voice. He looked more confident when his words were flowing to a rhythm. "And less jittery, too." Once again the female could not detect any emotion from the voice; leaving her to wonder if it was insulting the man.