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A pout quickly replaced the smile on the woman’s lips and she huffed, popping a hip to the side. She let her eyes linger on the man for a while, thinking up ways as to how he could swim in that outfit of his. She let her eyes fall to her feet as she continued to ponder, suddenly noticing the sarong that was still wrapped around her hips. Slowly, she loosened off the fabric and folded it up, tossing it into her beach bag that was dumped not too far from the blonde. Looking up again, she gestured to the beach around them, shrugging. “Who cares? Just take off your jacket and hop in!" She giggled, stepping a little deeper into the water.

"Only for a bit, alright?" He says, rolling up the ends of his pants as he took a step. The water was chilly but relaxing; it made his body feel light. He breathes in and plays with his toes a bit, feeling the weird wet sand under his feet. "How funny..." He whispers to himself, referring to the ticklish feel from the damp sand.

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The blonde drew in a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. She shook her head at Will, lifting a hand to brush a couple of strands of his hair away from his face before bringing her hand to a rest at her hip. “No, you’re blond, a tan would look great on you!" She protested, flashing him a grin. She twirled around gracefully, slipping her feet out of her flip-flops before skipping toward the ocean, squealing once the cool water made contact with her feet. “Are coming or what?" She called out to the man, giggling as the waves tickled her feet.

He chuckles, watching as she jumps off towards the water. "Oh, no."  His blonde hair swaying when he shakes his head. "I'm not dressed appropriately," Will answers, only take steps closer before stopping. 

Ask away!

*Nods her head, her hair bouncing up and down* I’ll try! *Gives him a quick once-over, a small smile forming on her lips* You need a tan, though. If only I hadn’t run out of tanning lotion. *Shakes her head, stopping in her tracks once the sound of the waves seemed significantly close, turning on her heel and grinning at the view in front of her*

<he shakes his head, a short laugh escaping his lips.> Me? I don't think a tan would suit me.