fandomtownies | The Beach; Saturday Afternoon [ 07/24 ].

Gods, it was hot and Angua was feeling incredibly miserable and particularly hairy and awkward because of the threat of the full moon in a few days. It was hardly the sort of disposition that made you want to squeeze into a swimsuit, but here she was, anyway, sitting on the beach and baking in the sun because it was still fifty million times better than sticking around in an apartment with her squeaky toy.

Attractive as he was, he had a ridiculous, annoying amount of energy, plus he squeaked whenever he moved, and so, this way, he could run around on the beach, being beautiful to watch while the sound of the waves drowned out his incessant sound effects.

And they had a pretty good deal. He'd run off and get her something to drink or an umbrella or anything else she might want for just a little squeeze. But she had to break it to him that he was going to be disappointed if he expected any chewing or gnawing anytime soon if he planned on staying like that. He was disappointed, but it was amazing how easily a squeaky toy could get over things.

Angua sighed, closed her eyes, soaked up the sun and just willed the next few days to just be over when she opened them again.

[[ open beach is open! ]]