Tristanis and his two canine-at-the-moment companions were had decided to take the new 'children' on a little excursion. The chosen destination was, of course, the beach. Even though it was technically only the beginning of Spring on Gaia, the beach seemed a reasonable choice. Both the boys had a bit of a pirate kick going on at the moment, and they seemed to love swimming just fine. It was baths they hated.
The Death god lounged between his two furry beaus, eyes closed and relaxed. It felt good to not have to wrestle with the two rugrats right now, though he knew that he'd be involved in breaking apart a scuffle between them and some OTHER children sooner or later. He might as well enjoy the peace while it lasted.
Rimorei was enjoying himself. Raskiir had piled sand on him, and he was buried! All except the head, that is. Since Rask was a pretty good artist, too, he knew that the bunnyboy was making him look all dapper and stuff. But that was okay with him. So long as Rasky knew to let him up before the water got any closer, that was all that mattered. Raskiir would protect him. He knew that as undying fact.
Raskiir himself was a bit preoccupied in making his buried brother an outfit of sand. Rimory looked good buried, but he was bound and determined to make him look GREAT. However, crafting a suit out of sand was more difficult than he had imagined it to be. He was having a hard time with the tie right now, and biting his lip in concentration as he got it JUST right...
