hardcore sandcastle building is go!

[ex_fintastic398]

Who: Feferi (fintastic) and ~*~you~*~
Where: up on the island, on the shore
When: 3/8 midday
Style: action preferred but prose is ok too!
Status: open

[ It figures that now that Feferi doesn't have to be up on the island, she would choose to be up there, but it's a nice day to relax, build sandcastles, and force starfish and crabs to be the king and queen of said sandcastles! But she hasn't stopped there, no-- she is well on her way into building herself a sand fort, complete with turrets and little sand-canons, around a small little dugout she's created and filled with water. It's deep enough so that sitting down, only her head is poking above ground. Her usual skirt, and shoes, and jewelry have been left a few feet away, next to a box of beach toys she's obtained for herself, although shes got quite a little collection in the hole with her.

Oddly enough, you will not find a single brightly-colored beach pail in sight. ]

Comments

[asea]

Back to the city. There's no longer any point in remaining here.

[ex_fintastic398]

You mean you don't want to stay and help me?

[asea]

. . . Help?

[ With what, and why. ]

[ex_fintastic398]

[ She hops back in the hole with extra enthusiasm, if that's possible. ]

This! My castle!

[asea]

[ He eyes her "castle," which, to him, is only a shaped mound of sand. ]

I'm not here to waste my time.

[ex_fintastic398]

It's not a waste of time!

[ She's already climbing back into her hole. ]

It's fun.

[asea]

[ When the two may as well be synonymous for him, he is not at all impressed. ]

. . . then have fun.

[ -- flatly, because she's only fooling around in his eyes, then he goes to head back down. ]

[ex_fintastic398]

Well fine then, Mister Grumpygills! I'll just have all the fun to myself!