Sinter wasn't typically the sort of troll who relaxed. If anything he was the most at peace when he was working. Not having anything productive to do, even if it was simply running errands did more to put Sinter on edge than anything. There was always
something that needed to be done. He always had better peace of mind when he had a clear idea of what that something was.
Blessedly that something this night happened to be Ganyma. Er- spending time with Ganyma. As his sponsor! Community service. Making sure he was doing alright. Emotionally. And stuff. It was Sinter's government-official responsibility to spend time with Ganyma at Bloodfest, hanging out and having a pleasant time. Flushed face and sweaty palms aside, Sinter was pretty sure life couldn't get much better.
"Wh-what was that?" Sinter was shook from his already unsteady thoughts by Ganyma's suggestion. He followed Ganyma's gesture out over the ocean. It really was a lovely night. It was a shame Sinter wasn't much of a swimmer. It looked really.
Looked... Really...
Sinter felt his inhale bypass his lungs entirely and end up somewhere in his knees. There was one hell of a shredded troll hamming it up in the surf. Sinter immediately forgot what Ganyma had been saying to him. Sinter's thoughts rebooted from the beginning as he recovered his composure.
"C-Cool off... Oh gog yeah it is sweltering out, isn't it?" Sinter didn't realize what he'd agreed to until they were already headed in the direction of the ocean.
