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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 8:37 pm
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"Oh... Sorry. But I'm hungry." Otto murmured back, not at all fazed by Maebe's expectations. He swam after her, not using a whole lot of effort. vacation meant energy conservation. No work outs or strenuous activities, unless they were in a bed... with Maebe.
"Anythin' you want, girly." He drawled after her, walking out of the ocean, sopping wet. The worst part of beaches was walking in sand with wet skin. The sand was caking over his feet and sticking to his legs. Hot, scratchy sand. Otto grumbled and fussed as they reached their stuff, dragging his sandals to the ocean with him to clean off his feet before sliding them into his footwear.
Damned beach problems.
Later on, once the pair was dried off and semi clothed again, he took his lady to a nearby, outdoor bar and restaurant on the beach. Cliche vacation music played from a local band. Dusk was just beginning to take over the sky. Maebe had a drink with an umbrella.... inside of a pineapple, just as she wanted, and their menus were standing by.
Otto's hair was a tousled mess, wind blown and unruly thanks to the earlier dive into the ocean. "Do ya gotta worry about water n stuff in Hawaii? Or is that another foreign place I'm thinkin'..." He murmured as he looked over the menu. Not that he needed to worry. He had settled for a can of coke.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 8:56 pm
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Maebe hated sand just as much as anyone, but she took it like a champ. So she simply kept walking, when Otto picked up his sandals to get them washed, and let him catch up when he was ready.
Walking alone for even those few seconds was a ghastly affair on a beach with human males about, but as soon as Otto returned, her hand slipped inside of his, and the mating call of the American Male was silenced. And that was rather nice, if she had to admit it to herself.
Maebe's drink had an absolutely ridiculous name - Luna muka louie something something, but what mattered is that it was exactly what she'd asked for. She sipped it with a look of absolute, childish glee, and reached out to brush her fingers through Otto's hair, with the excuse that he needed it, but really just because she loved touching him.
"No idea. I think maybe not? Isn't that like, other countries? Or is it islands, because then yes. Definitely."
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