cxsus
“Huh...?” He blinks up at the stranger—apparently wanting him to move. It was true, the sand was far too warm to be comfortable, and the grains slid everywhere imaginable, which was hardly pleasant either, but... he really had wandered too far today, and getting up seemed like it would be difficult. “I’m not in the way,” he says simply, softly, unmoving. “I... got tired.” Really, there was a lot of sand to go around, as he was growing very aware of the longer he lay here. Though... the sound of the ocean was soothing. Perhaps he too could grow to like this place...?







