THERE'S FUCKING SAND.
AND IT'S EVERYWHERE. It got all inside my damned pants and the pockets!
It's hotter than hell too, and my automail is making me boil to death. Should really find my coat.
WHAT THE HELL DID I COME BACK TO?!
[OOC: Ed had been off doing research again, reviewing the notes and papers from the Inner City Incursion; thus his
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Yeah, it's one of the stupid events again. I've been gone for a little while, and I kinda... wasn't expecting to come back to a beach.
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Also, it's a beach. It's supposed to be enjoyable, so please try.
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I'll try, but I definitely can't guarantee it.
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You could always enjoy the beach with me. I have a spot where I read. It's quiet and generally undisturbed.
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...that actually sounds like a nice idea, Lieutenant.
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You fell down, didn't you?
[Judging by his voice, Cissnei estimates him (wrongly) to be around 15.]
Poor kid.
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Yeah, sure, Alphonse. Think I can manage that for the day.
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...but maybe the umbrella's will help a little.
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QUIET!
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