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Some how, he wasn’t surprised. He walked out of the downed trunks, ass naked, grabbed the downed trunks, shook the sand out of them, and put them back on. He did this all the while giving Twelve that sort of look.
Snorts. "Looks like Little Nine isn't as angry at me as you are~!" He let out a whistle.
There he went. Nine was completely and utterly done. He started walking away from the other and his stupid swimsuits.
He chuckled lightly. Perfect.
Twelve proceeded to jump the other, slinking his hand far enough into the back of Nine's swim trunks to have enough leverage in order to yank them straight down.
Nine, unlike a certain other person, wore something more normal.
"Twelve. Where did you…"
"The same place I got--" He pulled out this. "--this! For you, of course~!"
He strolled down the beach in this lovely number.
"The breeze is delightful~"
“Comical."
"Aren't I? It's one of my best personality traits."
"Please refrain from drawing too much attention. In other words, stop calling for me like that."
"Draw attention? Me? Why, I'd never."
"Twelve."
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine~ ♥ ! "
[TWELVE INTENSIFIES]
It would be the least Blue could do if she didn’t slip back into pesky old habits again on the first day…but a pang of nostalgia hits her hard and she can’t help but smile as crystalline eyes size up those who would’ve very well been easy targets versus the especially difficult. Ah, the rose tinted glasses of childhood…
Maybe a little bit of fun wouldn’t hurt while she was here, right?
But, hey, Blue had an entire school year to get herself into trouble. Right now, she needed directions and food. Of course a map was handy to her, but nothing really beat speaking with another sentient being! …That and this map was more like a maze to her eyes.
"Excuuuse me~ Anyone willing to help out a damsel?"
Twelve wasn't mischievous. Heavens no.
If he was mischievous, he would have seen this lost student as the perfect target for entertainment, the perfect chance to erase some of his boredom. And, as he walked up to her, he would have contemplated the many, many ways that he could 'help' her.
But once again. Twelve isn't mischievous.
"Ah? Help out a damsel?" He made a show of looking left to right. "I would, but I don't see one anywhere!"
.....But he was a bit of an ass.
ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
"Ahhh~! Robots! Definitely!" A light, childish laugh, and-- "The pew pew and pwoosh pwoosh as they're firing lazers... so much more fun."
