WHO: Lulu blackmagiccynic and OPEN WHAT: Lulu's at the beach, practicing magic. Observers welcome. :3 WHERE: The beach! WHEN: Uhhh....today? Afternoon.
Jan knew he should probably go and find himself somewhere to sleep after his ordeal with Tieria. Somewhere out of the rain, maybe. But not just yet. He tried to justify it, tried to tell himself that he liked trudging grumpily through the rain, liked being soaked and cold and tired.
It didn't work very well.
He sighed, shoved his hands into his pockets, and happened to glance up. The first observation was that he had managed to find his way onto the beach, the second was that there was an interesting display going on not too far away.
Jan's first instinct was to tense, ready himself. All odd, decidedly supernatural things he'd seen before had mostly been of the lethal persuasion, each of them an experiment in better ways to kill. But this... didn't seem to be the case. Something graceful rather than bloody. Something Jan wasn't used to.
A frown crossed his face, he slowly relaxed himself again. Any other time he would call out obnoxiously, some lewd comment for the obviously well-endowed woman responsible for the display. But today, he found himself sitting down instead. A perch taken in the damp sand, knees drawing to his chest, arm wrapped around them, chin on his forearm.
Just for a little bit. He'd watch for a little bit, maybe make fun of her after he was done, and then he'd be on his way.
It didn't work very well.
He sighed, shoved his hands into his pockets, and happened to glance up. The first observation was that he had managed to find his way onto the beach, the second was that there was an interesting display going on not too far away.
Jan's first instinct was to tense, ready himself. All odd, decidedly supernatural things he'd seen before had mostly been of the lethal persuasion, each of them an experiment in better ways to kill. But this... didn't seem to be the case. Something graceful rather than bloody. Something Jan wasn't used to.
A frown crossed his face, he slowly relaxed himself again. Any other time he would call out obnoxiously, some lewd comment for the obviously well-endowed woman responsible for the display. But today, he found himself sitting down instead. A perch taken in the damp sand, knees drawing to his chest, arm wrapped around them, chin on his forearm.
Just for a little bit. He'd watch for a little bit, maybe make fun of her after he was done, and then he'd be on his way.
...But just a little while longer.
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