#acrobat;

... How did he end up in this situation? He hates getting wet. He hates water. Ugh. Well, as strongly as he can feel about anything, that is, he’s wondering why he bothered coming all this way.(There had been someone interesting. A spirit, a wish, something. He no longer remembers why he’d come out here.)And so it is that he’s ended up in a shack on a beach, waiting out the storm. He comes into it completely drenched, muttering. He’s just glad he’d had the foresight not to, you know, wear his good outfit. His work clothes. Whatever. He’s also glad he has less hair like this; it’s annoying... he hates being drenched, but there’s not much he can do, except wait out the storm.He’s realized, though, looking in front of him, that he isn’t alone.