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[Leena Tempste]

LATE NIGHT DRIVING HOME TOGETHER,
AND AT RED LIGHTS WE PRESS OUR LIPS TOGETHER. AND WE'RE
HOLDING TIGHT NOW, LETS SLOW IT DOWN NOW, LETS TAKE OUR TIME.
I WILL TAKE MY COFFEE BLACK. NEVER SNACK. HANG WITH THE WOLVES
WHO ARE SHEEPISH. FLOW THROUGH THE VEINS OF TOWN - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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The sun was still sleeping. Darkness still covered the sky as Leena's alarm clock blinked bright green numbers: 5:30. She turrned in her green sheeted bed and opened an aggravated eye at the bright numbers. Her clock's alarm blared in that annoying way that alarm clocks do. Mumbling something incoherent and slammed her palm down on the clock's snooze button and slowly hopped out of bed. Stretching once, she walked to the bathroom in a half-sleep and flipped on the light. Leena tried to be quiet as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom's light. After that she pulled her hair into a ponytail and sighed. Early morning, such and early morning. "Ugh. I just need to get out of here, and then I'll wake--" Leena tensed her muscles when the blaring sound came back from the clock. Walking back into her room Leena pushed the snooze button once more.

Dumb Sunday mornings. Leena's brown eyes looked around the dorm room. Usually there were two others sharing the room with her, and throwing pillows over their heads after the first alarm. Today though, her room mates were out. They had prior engagements for the weekend. So Leena was just stumbling about in the dark room, grumbling about this and that. There was usually a small skip in Leena's step in the early morning and a hum of a song filling the room. Though today it was just grumbles and kicking one item across the room then another as she dug through her drawers for clothing. After putting on a bathing suit and then a pair of jeans and an old Beach Boys tee-shirt on top of it. She squirmed into the shirt and sighed a happy sigh of peace as she straightened out and threw open the curtains. Leena took in a deep breath and tried to open the window. It always got stuck for some reason and would slam down. Her fingers gripped the bottom of the window as she pulled it up and then--BEEP BEEP! Leena immediately tensed her muscles and jaw as she spun around, letting go of the window it slammed shut making her flinch. "AHH! Alright, I guess I just need to go before this thing makes me any angrier." Leena stalked toward the clock and yanked the cord out of the wall, never really knowing she had been pressing snooze instead of the button next to it. Oh well.

Her hands reached down and snagged a pair of yellow flip flops and her otter tote before she walked out of the door and hopped onto a mint green bike. Leena began peddling and soon felt the familiar feeling help her calm down. She breathed and smiled as the sun started peaking it's orange-yellow face above the horizon. A little later Leena drove downhill to the shoreline of Beluga Beach. She laid the mint bike in the and and kicked her yellow flip flops off next to it, squenching her toes in the cool sand. Ahh, the beach in the morning. Nobody was ever here this early, and it was always nice to just go off and exercise and relax on the beach. Once a month Leena would do this; come down to the beach and unwind. It was good for her. Leena grinned as she looked around. The water was blue as ever and making soft sounds. She looked down into her red and blue tote, coupled cartoon otters swimming next to each other, and dug through what was in there from her last use. She found her iPhone first. Leena lifted it to her face and made a face, less that 20% less... oh well.

Tossing it back into the bag she grabbed her sunglasses and popped them onto her face happily and looked again. A sandy pink seahorse towel, good. Leena lay the towel out on the beach and plopped on top of it, stripping off her pants as she did so. A red bathing suit underneath her whole outfit. As she pulled The King off of her back Leena fell backwards onto the seahorse happily and pulled out a... cookbook? A cookbook on Florence recipes. She flipped through the pages nonchalantly as she turned on a Beach Boys song on her iPhone. Then, hopping up from the towel Leena stretched and smiled at the sun as it rose. She pulled the black hairband out and let her dark hair fall around her shoulders as a sound caught her attention. Was someone here disturbing her little secret paradise? Oh poop.

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[Sultan Zaafir]

Make me your king,
as we move toward a new world order.
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem.
It only grows harder, only grows hotter.
The world is mine for the taking.
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A loud guitar-like sound enveloped the room as an alarm went off in the small living space. The covers on the bed suddenly moved and wiggled as a tanned arm shot out of the blankets and knocked a small flip-phone off of the bedside table. The phone hit the floor with a large scarping sound, before the battery popped out and bounced into a shoe. A few minutes went by before the owner of the arm decided it was time to rise and shine, flinging the blankets from the bed and sitting up with a sleepy groan. His hair was matted, the black strands sticking to his face and his neck, making his skin itch a little. Slowly standing, he managed to only sway on his feet now instead of falling like every other day. He was tired, but if he didn't get up now, he'd never be able to get to bed that night. Letting out his breath in a slow stream past his lips, Sultan rand his fingers through his hair and pulled it up, spiking it slightly, and out of his face and off of his neck.

Wearing a simple white tank top and plain black and white plaid flannel pants, the shirt clung to him uncomfortably. Pulling it away from his body a bit, he made his way over to the window. Ugh. Sun. Bright sun. That meant heat. He put his hand to the screen and was surprised to feel a slight breeze. A small smile played on his lips. Maybe I'll go for a walk on the beach today. he thought happily. It might wake me up a bit more.

Sultan had been at the academy since he was 14 and had never left, so he knew his way around the place rather well. Unfortunately, he had never made many friends in his years there, and he couldn't even think of one person he had held a decent conversation with. Pondering his loneliness for a moment, he walked into the small bathroom, running a damp washcloth over his face and neck. Feeling his chin a bit, he figured he might have to shave before he went to bed that night. Great. With a heavy shrug and heavy lidded eyes, Sultan grabbed a pair of faded jeans, smoothing out the wrinkles with his hands halfheartedly, not much caring about how wrinkly or dirty they looked. He pulled them on, frowning at the fact that they were a size too big. With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed a cracked leather belt and strapped the jeans on. Now that that was done, his put on his only clean shirt at the moment, a long sleeve plaid flannel shirt of a tan-grey-green color and white, with large wrinkle marks from where he always rolled it up.

Reaching down his shirt, he pulled out a small silver pendant with a red stone on it- a star with a crescent moon curved around it, the red stone inside the star. It was the symbol on the Turkish flag, the colors as well. He smiled for the second time that day and pulled it up to his lips, kissing the metal once before letting it fall back inside his shirt.

Sultan quickly pulled on his shoes, black converse, and tied them in crude knots. Whatever, he'd have time to get them undone later. At least they wouldn't come off now. Tightening the belt once again, Sultan pushed a pair of black sunglasses onto his nose and grabbed his keys, also shoving his phone into his pocket, all but bolting out the door in his excitement to find it to be a decent day outside.

He rolled up his sleeves as he walked, also unbuttoning the top few of the shirt. It was rather warm.. a bit warmer then he had thought, but no matter. Arriving at the beach, he walked along a small pier for a bit, laughing at the fish in the water fighting over a piece of seaweed that a few bugs were clinging to, wondering if any of the fish were his classmates. Once this stopped being amusing, he stepped back on the wooden planks that ran around the back of the beach, liking the sound his shoes made as he walked on the bridges over the sand.

Catching the sound of some kind of music, Sultan's golden eyes flicked over to the noise quickly, his head didn't turn. While an owl, he had to move his neck, but he didn't get in the habit, as trying to turn your neck all the way around as a human was rather uncomfortable. So he compensated by doing this to not get himself in the habit. Along with the music, he spotted a young girl, probably a year below him, lounging in a red bathing suit. With a small shrug and a grin, he stepped off of the planks and onto a small beaten down path in the sand, watching as she moved slightly, probably having heard him.

"Selam- erm.. hello.." he said awkwardly, automatically speaking Turkish. His accent sounded natural with the foreign language, but rather husky and odd with English.

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[Leena Tempste]

LATE NIGHT DRIVING HOME TOGETHER,
AND AT RED LIGHTS WE PRESS OUR LIPS TOGETHER. AND WE'RE
HOLDING TIGHT NOW, LETS SLOW IT DOWN NOW, LETS TAKE OUR TIME.
I WILL TAKE MY COFFEE BLACK. NEVER SNACK. HANG WITH THE WOLVES
WHO ARE SHEEPISH. FLOW THROUGH THE VEINS OF TOWN - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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The sun was bright, and warm on her skin. The otter was excited-happy to feel the sun on her skin and hear the sound of water in the background. It itched to interact with a large group of others and just relax. Leena rubbed her hand on the back of her neck trying to get rid of the tingle. She was not a social person, but her shift was a very social animal and it was quite the conflict. Sure, Leena dreamed of crazy adventures. Traveling and seeing the world, but unfortunately the basic self esteem requirement was not met in Leena's case. Shucks. As the early morning sun warmed Leena's pale skin her mind traveled to sunscreen. "Aww, jeeze!' Leena thought to herself, throwing her hands up to her head, and holding her temples. She, unlike her furry shift, would burn in the sun. As she had been standing there and a sound caught her attention she turned to see it. The sound wasn't a person sneaking, but a person introducing themselves. Leena looked toward the guy a bit puzzled, and felt a flush reaching her cheeks. She was never completely comfortable under the views of peers. It just made her, very uncomfortable, and very judged. Because she was very paranoid about those kinds of things.

He started off speaking in an accent with a word she only knew the meaning of because it was familiar... and he followed it with 'hello' in the same heavily accented voice. Leena offered the male a shy smile and leaned down to grab something to cover up with. It was not in her nature to jump all about in a bathing suit. It' probably why she came so early in the morning. Grabbing her Elvis shirt Leena wiggled into it quickly and replied to his first word. "Oh, uhm, hello. Sorry if I'm in your way. Do you usually... run here? Or something..." She asked, her words strong at first before trailing off.

Running. Yeah Leena. In jeans and a button up. That's exactly what he was doing. She mentally kicked herself for that one and swallowed the dry lump in her throat. Half of her wanted to jump at the sound of that accent. He was someone from somewhere that wasn't a stereotypical place she had heard a thousand and one people hail from; somewhere with a story she wanted to know. Leena did want to travel the world after all, and the idea of having someone so obviously from another part of it made her want to ask him a million questions. But the mask of her personality lapped what she would call 'sense' into her and said to chill out.

The guy was obviously a grade above her, and that was enough to spook her into that shy hermit crab shell of hers. The otter was still itching for some kind of social interaction though. The sun was still rising, it was only around 6:20 and she was just out at the beach for the day. Her brown eyes went from the stranger's face to the sand in front of her and the pink towel bellow her. "Look up! Introduce yourself. Do something!" Leena took a breath and mustered up a smile for the stranger and sat down on her little seahorse towel. How quaint. She lifted her head to the stranger now, even if he couldn't see her eyes due to the dark glasses he would probably be able to notice a defiant head movement.

"Ahem. Well I'm Leena. It's nice to meet you...?" She said. Going out on a limb here, introduce yourself to the stranger. Of course that was a brilliant idea. But, even though Leena was shy and insecure, the otter had a need for social interaction and they both shared that want of strength. She never wished to look weak in front of another. It was not a real desire of anyone's though. Sitting indian style on the sandy pink seahorse towel Leena started to squirm a bit. She never knew what to do with another so she just looked back up at him, cleared her throat and asked, "Do you want to... sit?" What else was she supposed to offer him? 'Here, you can have some sand.I know, you don't have to thank me for my great generosity.' Yeah... no. The Beach Boys still sang in the background. "Aruba, Jamaica, Ooo I wanna take ya..."

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[Sultan Zaafir]

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The beach really was beautiful that day. Not too hot or cold, not too much sun, but then again he didn't burn easily in the first place thanks to being naturally tanned. The sun glittered off of the water like a thousand diamonds mixed into blue paint, with which the sky had painted rolling hills. It went out for as far the eye could see, and Sultan found it magnificent. In Ankara, he had never really seen the ocean except for small visits to other parts of the country. For a while he wondered why he didn't come by here more often, or at least fly over to see how far it really went. His mind refused to believe it really went on forever. Only when he felt the salty air cling to his skin and dry there, the salty layer on his skin cracking with every movement, did he realize why he disliked being there and would never fly over it. The salt would be hell to preen off of himself, and it would probably weigh him down. And god knows if he hit the water, he would never get back in the air- and if he did, he would be a giant salt lick block.

Sultan noticed her jerky movements, as if embarrassed of him being there. This surprised him, as me had found most girls weren't ashamed of being seen in bathing suits. On the contrary, he found that many girls preferred being around him dressed as such. Of course, he didn't care either way. It wasn't like that was going to change his outlook on you. "I'm sorry I interrupted you.." he said just loud enough to be heard over the surf. "If you want I'll be on my way." he turned slightly and motioned with his thumb back towards the boardwalk, pulling his sunglasses off and folding one arm over the neck of his shirt to seem a bit more friendly. After all, he himself got highly suspicious of anyone if their eyes were covered. It seemed to be inherited from his father. It was a good trait to have sometimes.

Still looking at her, he saw a small blush roll across her face. Oh, yeah.. he was definitely making her uncomfortable. "Ah.. sorry.." he muttered more to himself then anything. Shaking the sand out of the bottom of his pants, he pushed his shirt sleeves up a bit more before starting to turn more towards the boardwalk.

"Oh, uhm, hello. Sorry if I'm in your way. Do you usually... run here? Or something..."

Turning back towards the girl, Sultan shook his head with a soft laugh. "No, no. I just wanted to take a walk before the weather got too hot.." he smiled widely, again trying to see friendly. This girl really seemed jumpy. Really jumpy. And really awkward, like she thought she was inconveniencing him in a way. "You can calm down a bit.. I'm not so smooth in conversation myself." he nodded softly and laughed once more.

He could tell by her mannerisms she was looking at him with prying eyes before she suddenly looked down, staring at her towel. He knew he should probably walk away again at this point, thanking her for not getting mad at him for interrupting her, but the curious nature of the owl made him stay. He tried to move his feet, but those defiant little limbs stayed glue to the sand, and the sand to the ground below.

"Ahem. Well I'm Leena. It's nice to meet you...?"

Nodding once at her, more of a dipping his head politely, Sultan thrust his hands in his pockets a bit, relaxing and sighing softly as he looked up towards the lightening sky above them. Barely a cloud to be seen, and small families of birds flapped and squawked as they cut through the air. Sometimes Sultan regretted being an owl, but at the times when he saw the birds gliding through the air so high up, it gave him a sudden urge to join them in their leisurely flights.

"Nice to meet you as well, Leena." he unknowingly dragged the 'ee' sound out a bit more, trying to say it exactly like she did, and failing slightly. He chuckled softly at his attempt. Pulling one hand out of his pocket, he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his face only to have the beach winds push it back again. He grimaced slightly and turned his attention back to Leena. "My name is Sultan." he added, almost as an afterthought. Way to go, rico suave, forget to add your name in there. She can just call you 'dude' and call it even.

At the last question, Sultan simply shrugged. "I would, but I'd rather not sit on plain sand.. shaking it out of my clothes isn't as easy as I thought it would be the first time." he smiled softly at her and his eyes flicked back to the water for a moment, golden colored irises glinting softly before he started listening to the music still playing a bit.

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[Leena Tempste]

LATE NIGHT DRIVING HOME TOGETHER,
AND AT RED LIGHTS WE PRESS OUR LIPS TOGETHER. AND WE'RE
HOLDING TIGHT NOW, LETS SLOW IT DOWN NOW, LETS TAKE OUR TIME.
I WILL TAKE MY COFFEE BLACK. NEVER SNACK. HANG WITH THE WOLVES
WHO ARE SHEEPISH. FLOW THROUGH THE VEINS OF TOWN - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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The boy started off with an apology for 'intruding' and such. Sweet of him. Even though Leena had been convinced it was the other way around. After Leena had let the whole 'running line' slip out he seemed to chuckle a bit, although it had her on her toes at first in defense she settled down. Knowing that he was most likely not trying to poke any fun at her; he didn't even know her. She just needed to wind down a few notches and let the social otter part of her hold the reins for a little bit. After he spoke again, asking her to calm down a bit Leena looked up at him and gave another shaky smile before taking in a deep breath. "Relax. It's company!" She thought and after a deep inhale and exhale Leena seemed a bit more steady. She often let things in her head speed up to the point she just wanted to hide from the general discomfort of it all. "Right... riiight." She said, trying to let her tense feeling drain out with the last syllable of the extra long 'right.'

Those big brown eyes of Leena's that were darting all over the place a moment ago, one would think her shift was something more like a mouse or a skittish doe. Nope. Social little otter over here. Hah. She lifted her gaze once more to the guy and removed her own sunglasses returning the gesture, and letting her eyes finally settle long enough to take a look at the new stranger. Someone who she would remember, because she was good at that. Faces and names both. She didn't talk to all that many people face to face anyway, it was more nerve wracking.

He was tall, lean, and tan. That was the what a first glance would tell. But as he slid off his glasses (in a friendly manner she supposed) she noticed hi eye were a lighter shade of brown... gold? They stood out for sure, and were added into her little profile of him. As she sized him up (hopefully not to obviously) she was quite amused with the way he tried to pronounce her name. Her smile softened and she relaxed a tad bit more a her brain seemed to register that this was someone who seemed relatively kind. The otter wanted to make a friend, wanted to ask questions and have fun in the sun!

His accent was one she could not place exactly. Leena spent quite some time looking at different countries and studying different things about them; mainly food and then a general look at the culture (movies and music are a good way to do that.) From the small bits that she had heard so far sounded like some sort of middle eastern language. Not Hindi, Urdu, or Farsi but Middle Eastern was where she was putting her money. Sultan, hmm? She might have heard the name around school before, but that would only be once or twice. They weren't in the same grade she was sure-he looked older.

Sultan broke her internal computing with a remark about sand in his clothes. Leena nodded at this, and looked around her a bit. "Yeah, there isn't really anywhere to actually 'sit.'" She said almost to herself. The towel wasn't really big enough to fit two. So she stood up. The sun was warm, the surf was soothing, and the otter wanted a group. But one person would do. So, despite the enormous rock in the pit of her stomach attempting to weigh her to the spot she stood up. The shift had more control today. That could end up being interesting. "Well, I was going to take a walk in a minute or two... So. Yeah..." Never mind, the rock was winning. Leena wanted to invite Mr. Sultan Mystery Accent for a quick walk; but she couldn't it was almost physically impossible. So there she was, standing up and looking at Sultan in an expectant way. Oh gracious, this was fun.

So to try and figure out something to do Leena's mind started jumping, again. One topic to the next until something finally slipped from her mouth and ended the monotonous (and usually soothing) sound of the ocean in the background. The Beach Boys had ended and it changed to Enya. It was as if the world was desperately trying to calm the anxious girl down. Leena wanted to know more about interesting Mr. Sultan and that was probably why she was standing there awkwardly in her Elvis shirt and yellow flip flops. The wind tying her hair in impossible knots. "Walk?" Was the word she ended up with and a gesture to the shoreline ahead. It sounded surprisingly confident and Leena's shift actually seemed to be helping her along. She 'otter' know what the otter was capable of.

Haha. Puns.

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[Sultan Zaafir]

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Sultan absentmindedly pulled at the collar of his shirt, pulling another button loose. It was rather hot now that the sun was out. He hadn't intended on a talk or meeting anyone, so he hadn't thought he would be out here this long. Rolling his shoulders heavily, he pushed his sleeves farther up. He'd never take off his shirt around someone he barely knew unless his whole point for leaving the house was to go to the beach for actual swimming. Much less was his chances of doing it with only one other person being around, and even less a girl who seemed like a little deer- skittish and shy. Sultan liked girls. A lot. But he wasn't the guy to go out of his way to make someone uncomfortable just to show off. His eyes once again flicked to the sky, watching a few seagulls now, squawking and fighting over what appeared to be a french fry. Chuckling softly, he wondered what it would be like to fight in mid air. He'd have to find one of the other bird shifts to try it with him some time. Sultan knew at least one of them had to be adventurous enough to do it. Maybe an eagle.

Breaking his air and cloud filled reverie, he listened intently as Leena said something. "Right... riiight." She then started looking around in every direction. "Excuse me?" he said softly, curiosity sparked, pulling his eyebrows together in a hard line, pulling them up as well in an expression of curiosity. "Is.. something bothering you?" his head tilted in a quick, sharp motion, only moving about an inch or so, though. Raising an arm to his forehead, he ran his long fingers through his hair, pushing it back and letting the wind carry it after it fell back into its natural part.

Noticing a little how she calmed down when he completely butchered her name, he smiled widely. "Pretty funny sounding, eh? It's fun to hear people you're not familiar with say your name, for me at least. You can tell a lot about a person based on how they say your name." nodding a little, he again shoved his hands in his pockets. It was true. You could tell if a person hated you by the way they said your name, if they loved you, were' indifferent, if they were annoyed with you, or if they were happy to see you. The human voice is a very expressive thing if you know how to listen. You can even tell if a person is smiling based on how their voice fluctuates.

Sultan watched her back idly as he noticed her looking him over, though not as much as she actually was. He couldn't blame her, as that would make him a hypocrite. He was a rather suspicious person himself, and the first thing he did to someone approaching him was to look them over up and down, listen to them talk, watch their face- everything that seemed creepy and weird all rolled up into one guy.

"Yeah, there isn't really anywhere to actually 'sit.'" she said. Sultan shrugged. "It's no big deal. Really." he said with a smile as he watched her fidget a bit before standing up. Hearing her mention taking a walk, he looked at her with the same expression, eyebrows together. "Are you sure? You look kinda sick.." he held out his hand a bit, offering it to her should she need to hold herself up. He figured it was probably nerves of talking to someone, as she didn't seem very social to begin with. He may seem like a bad boy, but that was only if you seemed cocky or smart. If you seemed timid, shy, polite, anything like that, really, then he was an angel in disguise. "But if you wanted to, I was going to anyway. So you could walk with me if you want." nodding with a smile, he tucked a large tuft of his hair behind his ear, trying to keep it out of his eyes, though he had to squint anyway because of the sand. His eye's weren't big to begin with, but the color made them seem it. The seagulls squawked a bit more before dropping the forfeited french fry in the ocean without a sound.

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[Leena Tempste]

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MY EYE
so you think you can love me and leave me to die
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Leena knew that this whole tripping over your own words things was annoying to every other person in the world. Heck it bothered her. She wanted to be able to just say what she wanted without feeling stupidly shy. It was infuriating. The otter urged her on though, desperate for social interaction. So she followed it once more, hoping her human instincts didn't dominate today. For once. 'Is something bothering you?' Sultan asked, curiosity puckering his brow. She smiled up to him and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What was se supposed to say "You are actually. But I'd rather if you didn't leave." Because that sounds very sane. Hah.

Her dark hair was blowing about in n the soft breeze that every beach seemed to have. Her whole body was more relaxed than a few moments earlier. She had released most of the tension in her muscles, and now only small facts showed how uncomfortable she was. Thats progress! 'Pretty funny sounding, eh? It's fun to hear people you're not familiar with say your name, for me at least. You can tell a lot about a person based on how they say your name.' The boy said, a smile playing on his lips. Leena couldn't help but open up for a moment and laugh a little. Chuckle would be a good word. "I think it's interesting, cute if you will." Leena began with a smile on her lips and her arms crossed over her chest in that subconscious defensive manner. "You're right about that, I was actually thinking Middle East from your accent, and I thought that- Sorry, I didn't mean to just... spout?"

The waves were rolling in softly, and continuously; it was soothing. She looked toward Sultan as he spoke once more 'Are you sure? You look kinda sick.' Thats nice, she brought a pale hand up to a pale face and let her fingertips touch her cheek softly. Her fingers were freezing despite the rising sun, and her cheeks were burning red for sure. Lovely. After swallowing and trying to regain some normal type of body temperature with the act (which didn't work at all) she looked down to Sultan's outstretched hand. Leena brought her hand back up to her face and moved it toward her dark brown hair, pushing it back from her face in one quick motion and shaking it out before taking both her hands and handing him back the offer as quickly as she could. It involved contact, but no words. Something Leena was much more comfortable with, since you can't really ramble with your hands. So after pulling her hands back quickly and holding them within each other for warmth Leena nodded and smiled. Awkwardly of course, as if she knew any other way how.

Sultan seemed nice enough though, heck, he seemed like he was trying his hardest not to move to quickly for fear of making her run to the nearest hiding place. She was calmer than before and interested in the walk, she wanted to ask questions and gather facts. The otter wanted to just chat and play. He spoke once more, this time in response to the idea of a walk, 'But if you wanted to, I was going to anyway. So you could walk with me if you want.' Her brow haired head bobbed a quick nod of approval. Leena felt excitement tingle in her fingertips, or maybe that was just the blood stopping because of how tight she was holding her own hands... Either way she let her hands swing back to her side and smiled once again "That sounds brilliant to me." Leena said before looking backwards to her belongings. She was planing on leaving the things by her towel. The island was small, and it was early. Leena didn't expect anyone to steal a cookbook or a seahorse towel. "But, just give me a second." She said as she walked toward her little self-made relaxation center. Shutting off her phone, silencing the Beach Boys with the touch of her finger, and stuffing it in her bag she slipped quickly into her pair of old jeans and yellow flip flops before walking back to him.

Taking in a breath she spoke once more, "Well, uhm. Want to... walk?

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OH BABY, YOU JUST CAN'T DO THIS TO ME BABY
just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

tagged; sultan zaafir word count; seven hundred and six
muse music;rock the boat by the hues corporation outfit; here
lyrics; bohemian rhapsody by queen

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