#oldfriiends

◆┊ MEME

      memory drabbles.

               ♬: a friend / best friend memory.

               “Sandro! Sylvie! I found one!”

                             The burst of joy from his throat was echoed by the boy                             crouched in the sand further down the beach, followed                             by a noise of question from the girl beside him. Her                             eyes were round with the news, dark like twilight, while                             the other boy’s shone blue, full of adventure. He plucked                             the girl’s hand in his own, both crusted with grains, and                             raced over to where Hayato was crouched. 

               “Lemme see! Hayato, lemme see!”

               “Here! Lookit ‘im! A real hermit crab!”

                             He grinned, the corners of his mouth stretching across the                             high ridges of his freckled and sun-scorched cheekbones                             as he held the shell out in both hands; nails black with dirt                             and knuckles rubbed red from the sand. He watched on as                             Sylvie’s own small mouth plucked up; a delicate, brown finger                             brushing up against her broad brow, tucking a curl of ebony                             back into her age-worn headscarf as she bent in closer.

                             The crab peeked out, brighter than a red pepper, and got one                              look at Sandro’s beaming, bronzed face and shock of dark                              hair, before squeezing back in with apparent repugnance.

              “... you scared it, Sandro.”

              “Wha --- ! Sylvie! I didn’t mean it! Hey, c’mon !!”

              “It’s ‘cos yer too loud, Sandro.”

              “Aw, shaddup, Hayato!”

                               His grin broadened, even with the sharp flick of the other                               boy’s fingers against his forehead. The sun was bright,                               the sand was warm, and his chest was light with laughter;                               if he took a breath, he could have floated up amongst the                               screams of the seagulls. They all could: all three of them.

          she aims at looking PLEASANT, and not like she’s           completely at  a  loss of what to do with her hands. 

` send me a ❣ to see how ethan really feels about your muse. `based off of first impression ( even if our muse’s haven’t interacted yet. )

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