Ethan had decided it was time to get out of the house, he'd been cooped up grading, writing, just going about work after work after work obligation, and not particularly concerned with his own mental well-being. That is, until he'd finally taken a look outside and noted the gorgeous day and the lapping seas against the beach that his home overlooked.
So, chipper as ever, the Professor meandered his way down towards the beach, sandals clutching to his feet, gray trunks worn snug enough, and sunglasses adorning the bridge of his nose, enjoying the warmth as the sun warmed his bared chest.
Nearing the beach, Ethan began to make his way across the sands, removing his sandals to feel the tiny grains massage his toes, when he spotted a new face amongst the beach patrons, one he had not yet met, one with a collar and a collection of books that suggested a student as well.
Making his way into her direction, he grinned as his shadow was cast over her book, and a brow shot up at her reaction, "Your sun? It's rather quite large and easily shared by the entire world, I don't think you have quite such a claim to it."
Oh.. So he was one of those then. Nova knew that she should probably consider herself lucky that she hadn't been backhanded halfway back to the cells for her 'insubordination' but somehow that would have been less annoying than this one's downright perky response. What the fuck was she even supposed to say to that?!
Sighing, attempting to reign in her temper, Nova pulled her moon and stars print dress further over her ripped tights to make sure he had nothing good to look at. Really though she was simply stalling, until she remembered that old golden rule: If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
So the dancer merely gave the man the most unimpressed glance she could muster, before turning back to her books. Maybe he would take the hint and leave but Nova doubted it. They never did.
