To Celebrate Summer's Glorious Return
Rupert had been busy since the New Year, even though it wasn't really the new year, since the calendar was a bit messed up. However, a lot had happened- he'd had a near death experience1, a pretty good record as far as New Year celebrations went, and now, thank the Gods, the snow was gone! The sun was back! And he'd woken up to find a pile of furniture that did not really fit in his hut arranged around it. So he'd spent the day rearranging it and knocking down a wall with the intent to expand, but frankly he'd gotten bored with it and rather dirty and sweaty besides, so he made his way for the ocean.
He stopped at the shoreline, then knelt to easily shuck off his boots, peeled his shirt off over his head as he stood and casually dropped his trousers, leaving him in the rather comfortable loose sort of underwear the clothes box provided so frequently, though if he'd known the term, he would have proclaimed himself more of a boxer-briefs kind of guy. He ran lightly down the beach and threw himself into the waves with a forthright and triumphant sort of holler, to come up a few yards away, tossing his head like an extremely highly-pedigreed puppy divesting itself of water.
1Though not as close as his actual death, which he had missed by mere fractions of a second by arriving on the island.
[Near naked swimmin' Rupert. Please tag! For those who have known him longer than a week, he's growing in a little goatee and 'stache. I like this picture.]
He stopped at the shoreline, then knelt to easily shuck off his boots, peeled his shirt off over his head as he stood and casually dropped his trousers, leaving him in the rather comfortable loose sort of underwear the clothes box provided so frequently, though if he'd known the term, he would have proclaimed himself more of a boxer-briefs kind of guy. He ran lightly down the beach and threw himself into the waves with a forthright and triumphant sort of holler, to come up a few yards away, tossing his head like an extremely highly-pedigreed puppy divesting itself of water.
1Though not as close as his actual death, which he had missed by mere fractions of a second by arriving on the island.
[Near naked swimmin' Rupert. Please tag! For those who have known him longer than a week, he's growing in a little goatee and 'stache. I like this picture.]
