Hang...Ten? I guess it is ten now!
Who: Michelangelo, Goku, OPEN
What: Surfing lessons, take two
When: Not long after this
Where: The Beach
Summary: Michelangelo is back to doing what he does best, goofing off and having fun! He's hitting the surf once more, and certainly open to having company!
Rating: G
Michelangelo stood on the beach, watching the waves roll up against the multicolored sands. He really liked this place, as much as he missed New York. For one, it had a great beach! He kicked off his sandals, before shrugging his Hawaiian shirt off and dropping it onto them. He left the undershirt on, having just waxed his board not too long ago. He didn't need to get a surfer's rash, especially since not having a shell made that a higher liability. Brushing a hand over his messy blond hair, he grinned out towards the ocean, then hefted his board under his arms, and started running, diving straight into the water once he was about knee-deep.
Settling onto his board, he paddled his way into the deeper water, then sat up, waiting for the next good wave to hit. A couple rolled under him, but nothing all that outstanding, really. The sea was trying its best to be calm. Still, Mikey could be patient when he wanted to, and right now, he waited quietly for the next wave to hit, legs dangling into the water as he took a deep breath, swimming in the salty air.
Finally, he felt it, the movement in the water that was either a wave, or a large whale underneath him. He assumed it wasn't a whale, and shifted back onto his stomach, just in time for the current to catch his board. The torrential sound of rushing water filled his ears as the speed picked up. A smile beyond believe broke out across his face, and laughing, he started to stand, balancing carefully on the board.
"COWABUUUUUUUUNGAAAAAAAAAAA!"
What: Surfing lessons, take two
When: Not long after this
Where: The Beach
Summary: Michelangelo is back to doing what he does best, goofing off and having fun! He's hitting the surf once more, and certainly open to having company!
Rating: G
Michelangelo stood on the beach, watching the waves roll up against the multicolored sands. He really liked this place, as much as he missed New York. For one, it had a great beach! He kicked off his sandals, before shrugging his Hawaiian shirt off and dropping it onto them. He left the undershirt on, having just waxed his board not too long ago. He didn't need to get a surfer's rash, especially since not having a shell made that a higher liability. Brushing a hand over his messy blond hair, he grinned out towards the ocean, then hefted his board under his arms, and started running, diving straight into the water once he was about knee-deep.
Settling onto his board, he paddled his way into the deeper water, then sat up, waiting for the next good wave to hit. A couple rolled under him, but nothing all that outstanding, really. The sea was trying its best to be calm. Still, Mikey could be patient when he wanted to, and right now, he waited quietly for the next wave to hit, legs dangling into the water as he took a deep breath, swimming in the salty air.
Finally, he felt it, the movement in the water that was either a wave, or a large whale underneath him. He assumed it wasn't a whale, and shifted back onto his stomach, just in time for the current to catch his board. The torrential sound of rushing water filled his ears as the speed picked up. A smile beyond believe broke out across his face, and laughing, he started to stand, balancing carefully on the board.
"COWABUUUUUUUUNGAAAAAAAAAAA!"