"Hello again Brigid," he says when he realizes who he's speaking to, flushing a bit as he hurriedly stuffs his shirt over his wet curls. He offers her a smile as soon as he's fully dressed, appreciative to run into her again after their last conversation. "The water always relaxes me, I find. Even I'm not swimming, I like sinking into the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. It's like a lullaby."
He turns to face her fully. "And how is the clay, since last night?"
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Date: 2014-08-16 04:18 pm (UTC)He turns to face her fully. "And how is the clay, since last night?"