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[Open] The Sun Is My Friend
Who; Tommy Shepherd, OTA
What;the anime beach episode Enjoying the Beach
Where; The Newly Uncovered Beach
When; Weekends Mid-July
Warnings; N/A
He hears the talk of a beach rather quickly. It wasn't that Tommy had more inroads to the gossip of the city than other people not native to this world that led to him finding out so fast. No, it was entirely just his business. Businesses reappearing and thus reopening around the shore meant goods needing delivered there for beach season. And urgent deliveries meant quick deliveries.
It meant Tommy's delivery service doing some seriously brisk business. Even if he wasn't the most fond of running on sand. But a beach was something he could get behind anyway, even if it wasn't normal to New Yorker life. No, he'd visited Kate a few times in California, which meant he'd gotten even more used to the idea of it, and the idea of something like home made Tommy act.
An ocean that he wasn't living under? Definitely worth visiting. Which was what Tommy found himself doing every weekend when he wasn't working. It hadn't taken much effort to find himself a big beach umbrella, a long blanket to lay upon on the sand, and of course, it was simple to gather snacks for himself too.
Was he wearing anything more than some short square-leg swim trunks in white and green? Nope. Was he absolutely laying there on the back sometimes, umbrella down, sunning so he could enrich his tan? Absolutely. Was there periods of time Tommy laid around, snacking and watching the waves? Totally.
Did Tommy seem likely to go into the water himself at all? Nope. Not without prompting.
But hey, good news: any time anyone at all walked nearby he smiled and offered a wave.
"Hey! Fucking beautiful, right?"
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Where; The Newly Uncovered Beach
When; Weekends Mid-July
Warnings; N/A
He hears the talk of a beach rather quickly. It wasn't that Tommy had more inroads to the gossip of the city than other people not native to this world that led to him finding out so fast. No, it was entirely just his business. Businesses reappearing and thus reopening around the shore meant goods needing delivered there for beach season. And urgent deliveries meant quick deliveries.
It meant Tommy's delivery service doing some seriously brisk business. Even if he wasn't the most fond of running on sand. But a beach was something he could get behind anyway, even if it wasn't normal to New Yorker life. No, he'd visited Kate a few times in California, which meant he'd gotten even more used to the idea of it, and the idea of something like home made Tommy act.
An ocean that he wasn't living under? Definitely worth visiting. Which was what Tommy found himself doing every weekend when he wasn't working. It hadn't taken much effort to find himself a big beach umbrella, a long blanket to lay upon on the sand, and of course, it was simple to gather snacks for himself too.
Was he wearing anything more than some short square-leg swim trunks in white and green? Nope. Was he absolutely laying there on the back sometimes, umbrella down, sunning so he could enrich his tan? Absolutely. Was there periods of time Tommy laid around, snacking and watching the waves? Totally.
Did Tommy seem likely to go into the water himself at all? Nope. Not without prompting.
But hey, good news: any time anyone at all walked nearby he smiled and offered a wave.
"Hey! Fucking beautiful, right?"
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Is that an option? Is that a thing a place can be? He doesn't know. Fuck, but he doesn't know.
"Shit, this is way above my pay grade."
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Still, he half smiled at the pay grade. "Seems this is a question that needs to be answered by the people who brought us here, provided they'll talk."
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"Good luck with that."
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"I'll let you know if I find anything out."
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And his best was the only thing he could ever begin to offer. Asking the gods for help would never help him he thought. Hadn't gotten him home before. Why would it do it now?
"Sorry man, I just wish I could do more for you."
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And then he shook his head. "No need for an apology."
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"Offering it anyway, because it's polite, right?"
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"Polite is usually a good way to go if you're in doubt."
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"I'm never in doubt," he lies easily.
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"Have a good one dude."