@myriadxmuses from this thread
“Thank you. I will be back, if you do not mind waiting for me.” There was more that Black had wanted to talk about, and more that he wanted to thank her for telling him where to go—but he was starting to feel like the sun was putting pressure on him. His black attire was soaking in all the heat, and it was making him dizzy. Not to where he was going to pass out, but he was sure he was on his way there unless he found a way out of his clothes.
He turned to go towards the building that was a large restroom. Black entered a stall to do his best to get rid of his coat, but it left him with a long sleeve black button down that he had then removed to leave him without a shirt. He had then worked on his pants—but there wasn’t much that he could do. He could either rip them—or wear his underwear. Well---they were at a beach.
In the next ten minutes, Black had walked out of the building and towards the girl. He couldn’t help but view her as a child due to where he was from all children were around her height, but he had to reason with himself that she may be much older. He carried his clothes in his arms—while he wore some fancy slacks on his feet and nothing but black boxers. Sure it covered like a bathing suit—but it was clear that they were made out of cotton instead of a stretchy material.
But he was feeling much better.
“I am sorry to bother you again, but would you mind telling me where I am?”