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Jove was oblivious to the nice weather. Sure he would enjoy a long, hot bath every now and again, or appreciate an icy drink just for the unusual novelty of it, but when it came to the outdoors, his idea of a good day out had nothing to do with temperature. The sights and sounds and smells, those were the things that brought him out when the weather was nice. A light breeze to carry scents to his nose, without being strong enough to render his hair completely unruly, the bright sun's rays trickling through the leaves in the forest to fall on shifting foliage and skittering creatures... That's all Jove could have asked for.

However, he didn't expect a companion to enjoy it with. Not until he stepped outside the ghost dorms, only to see a familiar figure with... that long flat buoyant thing, and some other gear, likewise leaving his own dorm. Jove's tail wagged, and like a carefree pup he abandoned all thoughts of the forest in favour of saying hello to the hellhound.

Jove trotted over, and began to walk silently by Demi's side, ears perked, tail wagging, and eyes scanning every single item his friend was carrying. And that was as good as a greeting. Though silent, his mannerisms were clearly asking what was going on.

Jove batted away Demi's hand, around the older, taller boils it was becoming a bit of a habit. Sometimes he wondered if he shouldn't just let them pet him in his natural form, to get all the urges out if they wanted to touch his fluffy hair that badly. They just had to ask. No need to ruffle his fluff in public!

At least he didn't mind the gesture as much as he once had, and it didn't stop him from nodding at the invitation. Ren never took him to the beach, the gryphon was a real scaredy cat around large bodies of water. Or smaller ones. Or... anything larger than a bath tub, Jove supposed. He wasn't sure why, the water was lots of fun.

The pup snorted as he eyed the floaty board. Of course he wasn't going to get sick again! He never got sick. That one time... that was just a fluke, not real sickness! And it wouldn't stop him from playing at the beach!

Jove's protests escalated into little wordless grumpy murmurs as he struggled to get free. Petting was one thing, this was entirely another! With a muted squeak the little pup managed to pop himself out of the headlock, staggering backwards and nearly falling onto his fluffy backside from the effort it took. He gave Demi a little glare and ran off, back towards the ghost dorm.

For a minute it seemed like he might have changed his mind, but then the little pup dashed back out. Except he wasn't such a little pup anymore. Sporting a somewhat taller, mid-teen-ish form and carrying a fluffy mushroom-patterned beach towel, Jove once again seemed eager to go to the beach.

It only seemed fair, if Demi was going to pull him around he had to try to level the playing field! As best he could.

Jove shook his head, and somehow his older face maintained it's curious innocence, ears perking as if to ask why he would need a change of clothes. He had a towel this time, and it wasn't like he was going to run around wet in a locker room! The beach was something entirely different.

The little ghost wagged his tail and darted forward a few steps, silently telling Demi he was ready to go, and that meant walking faster. With his longer stride he didn't have to work so hard to put distance between them, and wisps were practically made for running. It was both frustrating and satisfying trying to lure the hellhound into following at a quicker pace.

Come ooonn, the beach was waiting!

Jove's tail wagged, and eventually he got tired of looking over his shoulder. So he slowed down just enough to let the other canine catch up, and walked side by side. It had nothing to do with the pup's inability to find the beach on his own. Glancing over at Demi was just easier this way.

Even in his older form there was a childlike excitement bubbling to the surface. He wanted to sit on that floaty board again, and get wet, and maybe sink all the way to the bottom of the water and try and find some fish...

Once they arrived, Jove stared with even bigger eyes. He hadn't seen this much water since... Since... Well, since that huge boat trip, and that felt like so long ago. Ages even. Nevermind the fact the pup was all of four years old. For a moment it gave him such a feeling of trepidation that he stayed frozen in one place, unmoving and not even nodding in response to Damien's question.

But then suddenly the hound was off and running, and that was enough to startle Jove out of his nervous reverie. He ran after the other boil and felt all the anxiety rush from his mind. They weren't going sailing, they were just going to swim! In all that water, imagine the fish he would find!

The foxfire was fast, that much was true, but it wasn't always a good thing. This time he barrelled right past Demi, and straight into the water. Clothes and towel and all.

Damien's shouts fell on deaf ears, the pup was already happily splashing and paddling around in the water. His towel slowly sank, forgotten, as he dunked his head under to enjoy the unique sound of muffled beach noises. But he didn't stay under long, it was only half a second before he popped back up and looked over to see if Demi had the floaty board out.

Except... he totally wasn't following.

In fact, the hellhound looked quite displeased, standing up there on the sand, having started to set up a spot for them to drop their stuff... Oh. His stuff.

The pup sheepishly made his way out of the water, stopping briefly to find his towel half-buried in the sand he had stirred up during his enthusiastic entry, and re-joined Demi up on the sand. He then lay out the towel apologetically so it could get some sun. Maybe it would be dry by the time they were done? Big, blue, soulful foxfire eyes stared into his friend as though asking "It's okay now, right?"