After a day of being male, Abby was fully used to it again, especially the convenience of just finding a tree when he had to go. He'd spent the morning with Nick,
pranking the oddly absent Greg, and was feeling very mischievous and proud of himself.
It was a gorgeous day, despite the occasional screams. Sunny but not too sunny, warm, a little breezy that might turn to rainy later, so Abby was out on the beach, dressed in only a pair of incredibly bright purple swim trunks and his usual sunglasses. He was multi-tasking, sunning himself and making an elaborate sandcastle using lab tools which he would of course clean before he put them back. It was almost exactly what he'd done last year and it was just as fun this time, especially since now he knew where the sunscreen was, so he wouldn't wake up tomorrow with sunburn in bad places. He was glad he'd kept his tattoos again, too. That way people would recognize him even if they didn't recognize the body, although some people definitely would. It wasn't a bad body. Not muscle-bound, but not total video game geek either.
He looked at his sandcastle's progress critically. It needed another turret, and maybe a deeper moat. Right now it was a decorative moat, and that was no good for actually holding off invading hordes, imaginary or otherwise. He started scooping out more sand with a beaker.
[OOC: Switched squint making sandcastles. Pranking thread still in progress and late tags welcome.]