Keep the cold out, thanks.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

Yes Russet has always been a bit dumb in that way. Got to be very blunt sometimes- depending on the day. No he isn't a complete virgin that doesn't know how sex works. In fact maybe too much so.... All thanks to the brutal scout twins that constantly shoved artistic porn and other educational sex stuff into the spy's face. Those were the days.

Hog let out a bark of laughter and took the can, lifting his bandana enough to bring the can to his lips and quickly gulp it down, letting out a satisfied gasp as he pulled the can away and crushed it.

Yup that got a reaction from the smaller merc, only a deer caught in headlights expression with huge eyes. My man- why? She leans away to make room as he leans over, still processing his...whatever that was... Joke? He hardly seems to be the type to joke all that much with good humor. Well at least HIS type of humor. Before seeing the fruit. Oh nice. Forgot about those. She gets over that event quickly regardless, picking at warm pattern blanket covering the patch of sand the moved into fixing her hair. It was falling out of the clip.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

Yes Russet has always been a bit dumb in that way. Got to be very blunt sometimes- depending on the day. No he isn't a complete virgin that doesn't know how sex works. In fact maybe too much so.... All thanks to the brutal scout twins that constantly shoved artistic porn and other educational sex stuff into the spy's face. Those were the days.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

Golden orbs watch the gesture before coming under the umbrella and scooting in to park their butt on the blanket. Only after coming in close, there's some weird discoloration and deep lines in the skin of her back. The bathing suit skirt also made it obvious those were actual scars due to seeing the same type of weird warping in transition of cales to human skin. those still ache on occasion. Oh wait- the blanket is very soft. Nice. The shade isn't too bad either. Usually it would be a little too cold.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

Russet paused, lightly scratching at a mass of exposed bite scars across the joint of her shoulder and neck at having forgotten. A habit. From the side view he wouldn't see much, maybe the black tattoo being a cluster of roses on the top of her right breast. And some patterned snake scales. When she turns to him, staring half-heartedly, they shrug.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

More like those sharp nails left prickling sensations whenever the ride took a wild turn or (in her opinion) was too close to an object or another. Not too different from a fraidy cat only with the strength to back it up. No damage of course but yeah not too much fun to be had at the start of their trip.

“Told you it was nice.” Hog snorted, pulling the keys out and standing with a groan. Shifting his way off the bike before heading to his side car and grabbing the umbrella and bag with one arm, and the cooler with one the other.

Once he got off his bike, the slimmer woman quickly followed after, stretching with a groan as something in their back popped. Oof, getting too old to be sitting still in one spot for so long. Unclipping the helmet, and shaking the messy hair from her eyes, Russet place said protective gear down on the bike's seat. Would have offered to help but everything was Roadhog's and it would be best to let him sort things out of the way he wanted without getting in said way.

Hog was bend over, putting his gear and clothes in the now empty bag and giving her a good view of his ass. His two fat orbs covered but giving ample under-cheek, and a good view of how large his genitals bulge was too as it sat snug below.

"Ah...." Actively avoids looking anywhere below the belt to the best of her abilities because damn of course it had to basically be a bikini thong with this man. Hear her usual went butt as naked was not much of a shocker but thank the powers that be for small mercies of his whims. Even if me means it as a joke, Russet knows better. She watches them for a while, eventually deeming it fitting that she should just drop clothes. WHich she does after fidgeting with the belt with those long nails. ugh. Speedrun all the while fumbling to get the over clothes off then folding them after. Yet nearly tips over a few times doing so before finally fixing her bathing suit skirt, readjusting their top as well to make sure things are where there supposed to be. Nice. No wardrobe malfunction. The sand being very warm was nice against Russets' bare feet. feels great not to freeze without socks. "I'm going to uh- explore a little real quick."

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

More like those sharp nails left prickling sensations whenever the ride took a wild turn or (in her opinion) was too close to an object or another. Not too different from a fraidy cat only with the strength to back it up. No damage of course but yeah not too much fun to be had at the start of their trip.

“Told you it was nice.” Hog snorted, pulling the keys out and standing with a groan. Shifting his way off the bike before heading to his side car and grabbing the umbrella and bag with one arm, and the cooler with one the other.

Once he got off his bike, the slimmer woman quickly followed after, stretching with a groan as something in their back popped. Oof, getting too old to be sitting still in one spot for so long. Unclipping the helmet, and shaking the messy hair from her eyes, Russet place said protective gear down on the bike's seat. Would have offered to help but everything was Roadhog's and it would be best to let him sort things out of the way he wanted without getting in said way.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

More like those sharp nails left prickling sensations whenever the ride took a wild turn or (in her opinion) was too close to an object or another. Not too different from a fraidy cat only with the strength to back it up. No damage of course but yeah not too much fun to be had at the start of their trip.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

"Hog? That better not be a sex pun."

Hog snorted, some tude in the noise as he was still feeling protective if his girl, but his annoyance lessened slightly at the question. Feeling her worries to be understandable.

Russet has always been fascinated by people being attached to inanimate objects. Then again he never clung to anything such as a form of transportation but to each their own. Alas Roadhog managed to talk her into actually getting on with a affirming noise at the back of her throat. Russet clutches their bag in one hand while awkwardly shimmying close, having never ridden on one of these things before.

Hogs annoyance fades further as she sits between his thighs, smirking at the lovely feeling of her hips between his meaty legs but he behaved, only putting a hand in her to hold her still as he leaned over and riffled through his side car a little before pulling out a helmet and securing it on her head.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

"Hog? That better not be a sex pun."

Hog snorted, some tude in the noise as he was still feeling protective if his girl, but his annoyance lessened slightly at the question. Feeling her worries to be understandable.

Russet has always been fascinated by people being attached to inanimate objects. Then again he never clung to anything such as a form of transportation but to each their own. Alas Roadhog managed to talk her into actually getting on with a affirming noise at the back of her throat. Russet clutches their bag in one hand while awkwardly shimmying close, having never ridden on one of these things before.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

"Hog? That better not be a sex pun."

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

That got the BLU's attention, expression and posture shifting from defensive and a bit snarky, to wide eyed and very intrigued. Almost like a kid being told they were going to be taken to a massive dandy store when they've never been to one. Shoulders slightly untense, though her arms remained crossed. Russet is a bit taken aback at his tone shift after all. Although while interested, Russet had the overwhelming temptation to bonk the other on that gasmask's covered nose for being talked to so oddly. Just because she was currently a woman, doesn't mean she lost any of her height not bite. Maybe 3 inches shorter than before. But the older man is being suspiciously nice about this. Oddly enough nothing feels too double intention filled .... yet. Yes, they had come to a very bizarre understanding of each other, does not mean they would trust it blindly. Golden tinted eyes size up that massive, bone crushing appendage for a moment. Contemplating. "Hmn..... What's the catch?"

Hog couldn’t help but find her wide eyed look of wonder adorable. How cute his female form was made it difficult to remember this was was technically the dude— or would be again in some time? Hog wasn’t sure what was going on really in that matter, but he was always happy to see this version of Russet, though the male version was always more fun to bully tease.

Russet would have given him a typical lady-like earful if they could proof he was too busy staring at her breasts. Ah whatever. Russet should know by now how the older man works. MUlling over the terms and conditions, it sounded almost like a humiliation ritual in some way. If not a bit stereotypical like in those cheesy romance novels she's thumbed through out of boredom. But the spy relented, not making any promises of going out of banter bounds. "I already have some wears in mind, that's why I waned to go swimming."

His grin could be heard in the proud puffed of exhale he released as Russet gave his answer. Taking his words as agreement to all of his terms.

Smart decision. The russet haired woman shrugged both shoulders, posture slightly relaxing when they break contact before finally going into fiddling with a strand.

“Colorless huh?” Hog gave a groan of approval. Hearing his sexiest friend had picked out the outfit made him excited to see it. Perhaps Russet was somehow less body shy as a woman? Probably. After all, Hog was sure he’d walk around naked as a solider if he was chick. The thought aroused him, but his cock wouldn’t have time to rise before Russets question would send it tucking between his legs.

Russet wanted to bark out an "Oi" from the obvious tone of the taller man thinking about things he really shouldn't while the snake was here. Thankfully their conversation gets back on track rather quickly. Thank God.

For the first time Hog was the one taken aback, no response given as he watched Russet scurry off. Only once Russet was gone did he find the word to say “see ya.” Softly. His chest feeling oddly warm but he wasn’t horny. It was nice having someone look forward to spending time with him instead of dreading it.

Russet is wearing some very comfortable casual clothes right their work day came to an end. Glad to not be dressed in their semi-cheap suit and just pants and a loose t-shirt. Just Makes sense. Surprisingly the soy had too been looking forward to this. Even with some undertone of uncertainty. She had a small shoulder bag and was in the middle of tying up her hair when he pulled up. Curiously cocks a brow as Roadhog just pulls up.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

That got the BLU's attention, expression and posture shifting from defensive and a bit snarky, to wide eyed and very intrigued. Almost like a kid being told they were going to be taken to a massive dandy store when they've never been to one. Shoulders slightly untense, though her arms remained crossed. Russet is a bit taken aback at his tone shift after all. Although while interested, Russet had the overwhelming temptation to bonk the other on that gasmask's covered nose for being talked to so oddly. Just because she was currently a woman, doesn't mean she lost any of her height not bite. Maybe 3 inches shorter than before. But the older man is being suspiciously nice about this. Oddly enough nothing feels too double intention filled .... yet. Yes, they had come to a very bizarre understanding of each other, does not mean they would trust it blindly. Golden tinted eyes size up that massive, bone crushing appendage for a moment. Contemplating. "Hmn..... What's the catch?"

Hog couldn’t help but find her wide eyed look of wonder adorable. How cute his female form was made it difficult to remember this was was technically the dude— or would be again in some time? Hog wasn’t sure what was going on really in that matter, but he was always happy to see this version of Russet, though the male version was always more fun to bully tease.

Russet would have given him a typical lady-like earful if they could proof he was too busy staring at her breasts. Ah whatever. Russet should know by now how the older man works. MUlling over the terms and conditions, it sounded almost like a humiliation ritual in some way. If not a bit stereotypical like in those cheesy romance novels she's thumbed through out of boredom. But the spy relented, not making any promises of going out of banter bounds. "I already have some wears in mind, that's why I waned to go swimming."

His grin could be heard in the proud puffed of exhale he released as Russet gave his answer. Taking his words as agreement to all of his terms.

Smart decision. The russet haired woman shrugged both shoulders, posture slightly relaxing when they break contact before finally going into fiddling with a strand.

“Colorless huh?” Hog gave a groan of approval. Hearing his sexiest friend had picked out the outfit made him excited to see it. Perhaps Russet was somehow less body shy as a woman? Probably. After all, Hog was sure he’d walk around naked as a solider if he was chick. The thought aroused him, but his cock wouldn’t have time to rise before Russets question would send it tucking between his legs.

Russet wanted to bark out an "Oi" from the obvious tone of the taller man thinking about things he really shouldn't while the snake was here. Thankfully their conversation gets back on track rather quickly. Thank God.

Fanning herself, actually happy to be a little too warm instead of dying from the cold. Is nice. Oh and yes- she. Lady snuck that blasted cursed twig into his laundry. Just cannot catch a break. It'll be about time before someone else get the curse.

That got the BLU's attention, expression and posture shifting from defensive and a bit snarky, to wide eyed and very intrigued. Almost like a kid being told they were going to be taken to a massive dandy store when they've never been to one. Shoulders slightly untense, though her arms remained crossed. Russet is a bit taken aback at his tone shift after all. Although while interested, Russet had the overwhelming temptation to bonk the other on that gasmask's covered nose for being talked to so oddly. Just because she was currently a woman, doesn't mean she lost any of her height not bite. Maybe 3 inches shorter than before. But the older man is being suspiciously nice about this. Oddly enough nothing feels too double intention filled .... yet. Yes, they had come to a very bizarre understanding of each other, does not mean they would trust it blindly. Golden tinted eyes size up that massive, bone crushing appendage for a moment. Contemplating. "Hmn..... What's the catch?"

Hog couldn’t help but find her wide eyed look of wonder adorable. How cute his female form was made it difficult to remember this was was technically the dude— or would be again in some time? Hog wasn’t sure what was going on really in that matter, but he was always happy to see this version of Russet, though the male version was always more fun to bully tease.

Russet would have given him a typical lady-like earful if they could proof he was too busy staring at her breasts. Ah whatever. Russet should know by now how the older man works. MUlling over the terms and conditions, it sounded almost like a humiliation ritual in some way. If not a bit stereotypical like in those cheesy romance novels she's thumbed through out of boredom. But the spy relented, not making any promises of going out of banter bounds. "I already have some wears in mind, that's why I waned to go swimming."

His grin could be heard in the proud puffed of exhale he released as Russet gave his answer. Taking his words as agreement to all of his terms.

Smart decision. The russet haired woman shrugged both shoulders, posture slightly relaxing when they break contact before finally going into fiddling with a strand.