the beach, after lunchtime on thursday

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas has been mostly holing himself up in his room on his bed with a book. Or in the common room, alone, with a book. Or on the stairwell, alone, with a book.

There's something weird, then, in the fact that, after his workshop today, he's down at the beach, all tanned and blonde and in his swimming trunks, frolicking (perhaps not shockingly) alone in the water.

It's lovely and sunny and rather warm, really, and when he's not frolicking, he sits right in the surf and lets the salty water dry on his skin until the waves rush over his legs again.

There's a deflated blow-up beach ball on his pile of things. If someone shows up, it will quickly become an inflated blow-up beach ball.

[OOC: Finally! A day where my wrist doesn't kill me to type~ Hence, post is open, and also open for all of your beach-y needs!]

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[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Towel over his shoulder, Robin headed down to enjoy the beach. He was trying to decide what to sing at Caritas tonight, and if he should increase his forays into protest songs by setting up in the park everyday.