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Kon groaned softly when he woke up. It was still that time just before dawn when the entire world was quiet. Except that Kon could hear the chittering of squirrels and the calls of birds. He tried to roll over, but his feet tangled in the sheets and he kicked something off the bed as he was trying to get them out. That woke him up completely because, as far as he knew, there hadn’t been anything but blankets on him when he went to bed. He reluctantly opened his eyes, rubbing at them and yawning a little, and crawled down to the end of the bed to see what he’d kicked off. When it finally got through his sleep-addled brain what it was, he stared.
A surfboard. Two, actually.
Five minutes later, he was dressed and sneaking out of the treehouse. Ten minutes later, he’d decided to detour from heading directly to the beach - and oh, wow, it was warm again - in favor of shower and some food. Another twenty minutes later, he’d convinced the wonderful Lisey to make enough food for a crowd at the beach. He left a breadcrumb line of streamers from a torn white sheet as he made his way down to the beach. Winter, even on a tropical island, wasn’t the best time for swimming, but Kon was determined.
Two hours after he first woke up, he was on the beach with the makings for a party. There was food that wasn’t the dried or canned stuff he’d had since coming here, music was coming from a computer that he swore had walked around of its own volition, and most importantly, there were people. A few people he recognized and a lot he didn’t. Although…was that Dick? Over by the hang gliders? And Dairine over by the computer?
Welcome back sun, sand, and surf. And of course the most important part: women in bikinis.
(Okay. Have the completely last-minute on his part thrown together party of Kon’s. There’s food care of Lisey, who’s running breakfast this morning. The surfboards are available for use and hang gliders for use after getting Dick’s permission. There’s music courtesy of Dairine and Spot and there are rumors about a possible band showing up. On a personal note, anyone seeing Kon will notice he has no belly button. Just smooth skin.)
A surfboard. Two, actually.
Five minutes later, he was dressed and sneaking out of the treehouse. Ten minutes later, he’d decided to detour from heading directly to the beach - and oh, wow, it was warm again - in favor of shower and some food. Another twenty minutes later, he’d convinced the wonderful Lisey to make enough food for a crowd at the beach. He left a breadcrumb line of streamers from a torn white sheet as he made his way down to the beach. Winter, even on a tropical island, wasn’t the best time for swimming, but Kon was determined.
Two hours after he first woke up, he was on the beach with the makings for a party. There was food that wasn’t the dried or canned stuff he’d had since coming here, music was coming from a computer that he swore had walked around of its own volition, and most importantly, there were people. A few people he recognized and a lot he didn’t. Although…was that Dick? Over by the hang gliders? And Dairine over by the computer?
Welcome back sun, sand, and surf. And of course the most important part: women in bikinis.
(Okay. Have the completely last-minute on his part thrown together party of Kon’s. There’s food care of Lisey, who’s running breakfast this morning. The surfboards are available for use and hang gliders for use after getting Dick’s permission. There’s music courtesy of Dairine and Spot and there are rumors about a possible band showing up. On a personal note, anyone seeing Kon will notice he has no belly button. Just smooth skin.)