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text: Barry Allen] Oh my god! I cannot believe I sent that to you!

As much as it was a little bit uncomfortable—to have sand crumble underneath his feet, it was actually where Zain had found his respite --------- at least to the side of the island that was pretty much far off from where the celebrations were still raging on and a bit closer to the shore that led up to the hikes that were practically deserted. Really, get a night hike or get your booze on? And with how the music quickened its pace and the lights just flickered on with the beat, it was the obvious winner; the point of why they were all there, after all --------- and Zain was one to welcome what briny air that came pleasantly cool against what skin came bare from out his beach robe hung loosely over the heft and curve of his form—just as much as he welcomed the sound of waves peacefully rolling and against the shore. If anything, what he had then was his true vacation. He could practically will a king size bed right under the palm trees and call it a night --------- but sudden company isn’t bad either; especially one who had always been familiar. He had to give it to Barry; for someone who can make his way through a labyrinth in mere minutes—twice—he sure does a great job at looking lost.

“ --------- worried that you forgot to record this night’s episode of Seinfeld?” Zain asked, a greeting in a form of a tease as he lazily made his way towards the other.