"Soooo you cheated~." Cinn sang lightly, smirking at the other. Honestly, they were just trying to be a little bit of a pill in that moment. Not a single malicious thought was intended by their tone- nor the glimmer in their eye. They nodded their head as the other explained himself, their smirk transforming into a more light-hearted grin.
"Well, I hope you end up finding that perfect guy for ya, someday!" They truly did. Everyone who sought out or wanted happiness...they deserved it.- So long as they weren't a creep or morally corrupt, in Cinn's eyes. Their tail swished back and forth lightly. "Everyone deserves t'find th'love they're lookin' for, after all." And for Cinn, there was- as far as they could tell for now- none. Well. Maybe a certain blue-quilled hedgehog, but he hadn't visited Windmill Isle in some time- so they assumed they wouldn't be seeing him again.
Cinn, despite their personal preference, was a hopeless romantic at heart. While they didn't watch as many romance films, they'd be lying if they said pretty much every comic on their phone wasn't about romance. They couldn't help it, it was a good genre...!
A part of them, some dim, long-pushed back part...half-hoped they'd find that kind of love, someday. But given their lack of attraction to most,....they weren't expecting much, if anything.
"You make it sound like I'd be against ya goin' on about your photos for hours!" After all, Cinn could get much the same about architecture. They loved the way buildings were made- the curves and subtle dips, the overly dramatic archways and the quiet edges, gargoyles or gutters, it didn't matter. It was all- pretty, in its own right.
Cinn scratched the back of their head. Was it even okay to tell this guy something like this, when the two barely knew each other?
"...'m scared of it, when I'm by myself." They finally managed to admit. It wasn't an average fear, either- it was all-consuming, swimming like a madman back to shore- unable to think of anything but sheer terror, of monsters in the deep, of underwater currents and----! "----So! I just- don't." And since most of their friends weren't as enchanted by the ocean- or as scared- it was rare they managed to go.
Their eyes practically sparkled at that.
"Really????" Something else to focus on- to get their mind off their fear as the street leveled out. Before them was nearly a patio, a blindly-white railing accompanied by wooden chairs, and a few blue-and-white sun umbrellas- overlooking the ocean, the city down below- haloed by brilliant, sparkling blue in every direction before them. The smell of salty water was stronger, here- the wind light, but it carried with it the promise of peace and relaxation. The street came to a rounding end, cobble fading into sheer white. It nearly looked like standing on a cloud in Olympus- overlooking the world below.