/ declan \
“There are more than two ways of performing a successful backflip. I should know, I was a cheerleader.” Another slight shake of his head, water droplets succesfully making the long way down from his hair into the sand… and he was missing his cat again. “So, what else were you thinking about?” he prompted.
“i don’t do backflips in my line of work, but even i know what i saw, and it definitely was not executed that way on purpose.” lips lifted into a smirk as the redhead’s eyebrow cocked, a silent dare for declan to try and talk his way out of his somwhat failure of the wave. she briefly gazed out to the curling water before his voice brought her back, eyes looking beside her out the corner of her eye, “basically just how bad i need a tan, and how unfortunate i am to lack tanning ability unless it comes from a bottle.”












