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Maybe it was the fact that everyone else seemed to be in a much less desirable position than him, or maybe it was that Alan had been (a few understandable mishaps aside) good at being sixteen, but whatever the reason, he didn't feel half bad. The beach was, for the most part, overrun with adults in the guise of children, but with Sookie's help he'd managed to secure a fairly secluded portion of sand.
Now, book in hand, he wandered back toward the shouts. The noise was nice enough, from a distance. He settled on the beach and ignored any stray thoughts of going for a swim, even if his current plaid atrocities of shorts would've deserved the abuse.
[ooc: Red Rover, Red Rover, let Noblet come over! Er, open to anyone, although I'd especially like to see Alan condescended to. And now would be a fantastic time to meet him, since it would lead to much confusion in the future.]
Now, book in hand, he wandered back toward the shouts. The noise was nice enough, from a distance. He settled on the beach and ignored any stray thoughts of going for a swim, even if his current plaid atrocities of shorts would've deserved the abuse.
[ooc: Red Rover, Red Rover, let Noblet come over! Er, open to anyone, although I'd especially like to see Alan condescended to. And now would be a fantastic time to meet him, since it would lead to much confusion in the future.]