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July 2062
Ocarina didn't mind a day at the beach but this was much more Kirby's scene. Her mom had encouraged that she go out and maybe even try and get a tan, but Rina felt uncomfortable with that idea. She couldn't just parade herself around in a tiny bikini, it was basically underwear. Besides it wasn't like she had much to show off as waifish as she was. So instead Rina sat under the umbrella that She had set up for her and her sister. There was an empty beach towel next to her where her sister would occasionally come back to jaw at her, and then leave again to socialize. Everyone was always so drawn to her. She was like some kind of sun - the universe revolved around Kirby. Though Rina didn't exactly mind. She wouldn't know what to do with the attention. Even her parents weren't as attentive to her as Kirby. But that was just because she was independent.
She had thought for a moment that maybe she'd get up but as she was shutting her book (A Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter) when next to her thumped a frisbee, red in color. She looked at it, grey orbs following the line of trajectory to a boy who looked about her age jogging up to her. Shirtless. Of course he was, this was the beach. "Merlin, this is a curse, where's Kirby?" She muttered to herself before grabbing the frisbee and standing. She held it out wordlessly to him, her pale skin a contrast to the color of the frisbee. Was she meant to say something? She should right? Yeah, that was the right thing to do.
"Sorry."
Okay maybe not that though.
Ocarina didn't mind a day at the beach but this was much more Kirby's scene. Her mom had encouraged that she go out and maybe even try and get a tan, but Rina felt uncomfortable with that idea. She couldn't just parade herself around in a tiny bikini, it was basically underwear. Besides it wasn't like she had much to show off as waifish as she was. So instead Rina sat under the umbrella that She had set up for her and her sister. There was an empty beach towel next to her where her sister would occasionally come back to jaw at her, and then leave again to socialize. Everyone was always so drawn to her. She was like some kind of sun - the universe revolved around Kirby. Though Rina didn't exactly mind. She wouldn't know what to do with the attention. Even her parents weren't as attentive to her as Kirby. But that was just because she was independent.
She had thought for a moment that maybe she'd get up but as she was shutting her book (A Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter) when next to her thumped a frisbee, red in color. She looked at it, grey orbs following the line of trajectory to a boy who looked about her age jogging up to her. Shirtless. Of course he was, this was the beach. "Merlin, this is a curse, where's Kirby?" She muttered to herself before grabbing the frisbee and standing. She held it out wordlessly to him, her pale skin a contrast to the color of the frisbee. Was she meant to say something? She should right? Yeah, that was the right thing to do.
"Sorry."
Okay maybe not that though.