Sunbathing Crocodiles

[immoralflame]

Who: Sol, anyone around
Where: Up on the island, on the beach
When: Wednesday morning
Style: Adaptable
Status: Open


Sol found himself mostly unbothered by this curse thing. He had plate-like scales across his shoulders, hips, knees, elbows--major joints; weird, but he wasn't exactly human anyway. The eyes weren't really anything new, just a small change from the norm. His teeth and nails were a little sharper, but they got that way under, ah, certain circumstances. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to bitch about it. Easier. But man, the one thing that bugged him was how easily he got cold so far this week. So it was good fortune to find the sun out when he went up to the island, Wednesday morning, and Sol decided he just... wasn't going to move.

Gear cells would keep him safer from UV than human skin, so he discarded all but his jeans and the suppressor across his forehead and sprawled across warm sand. Not as warm as he'd like it--punch it up to the 80s and he'd be happier--but it was better than the cold that'd been up here lately. The sun made up for it, too. Maybe it was the strange addition of crocodilian traits, but lazing mindlessly in the sun just felt like the best idea he'd ever had, at the moment. Screw everything else, lounging in the sun for now. Woe be unto any who try to get him to move; the Fireseal wasn't even in hand, but it's within easy reach still. Sunlight was just an excuse to be boneless, relaxed.

Eventually, Sol settled on resting his cheek against folded arms and fell to dozing.

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[closedcircuit]

Ky was out on the island himself, feet carefully planted in front of each other to negate the possibility of falling as he made his way toward the figure resting there. It looked like Sol, if Sol were wearing less clothing than usual, but Ky wasn't particularly in the mood for getting snippy over that.

As it was he settled down to sit next to Sol, in apparently some kind of alligator or crocodile form, greeting him with a serious expression apart from the little smile fighting to get through at the corners of his mouth.

"Enjoying the sunlight?"

sorry for dropping tsubaki on you before ♥

[teradine]

[Argilla often comes up to the island to de-stress; and after dealing with Sera's disappearance, not to mention Heat's temper tantrum afterwards, she definitely needs it. It seems many of her comrades have been affected by the curse this time around, actually; though when she spots the (mostly) demonic-looking creature, a crocodile, lying in the sun, she's certain she doesn't recognize him.

. . . She is curious, though, so she finds herself approaching, leaving footsteps in the sand-- wondering if it would even be wise to disturb him.]