Island Breeze (With CheekyKeybearer)
@cheekykeybearer His mission was a success, and it was time for him to return home. What ever that word meant to him now that he was a Keyblade Master and the multi-verse was practically his to explore. Still there was something about the salty air, and the fruity scent of the breeze of the place he had come from. The feel of wet sand against his feet as the waves lapped against his ankles, daring to wet the hem of his rolled up pants. And there he was that lazy oaf of a friend, lying belly up in the sand like a beached seal, coppery skin that never seemed to burn standing out against the white sand. His lips curled into a smirk. How dare he... His only recourse was to climb up onto the smaller island, plant himself on the trunk of the pappou tree, and lob a sea shell as far as he could, grinning as it landed with a pleasant thunk an inch from his friend's head...