He visits the beach once in a while, when he can get away, just standing on the outskirts and sitting with his arms crossed and watching the waves come in. No one else comes, and he can believe it's a cursed place.
So he's pretty surprised to see someone else there--a little angry, too, how dare someone come and ruin his sanctuary. He's ready to yell, maybe throw a punch (he's got enough built up hurt to want to try and let it out) but--there's something familiar...
"Oy," he calls out instead. "Private beach." And that's not even a lie.
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Chuck--
...he doesn't get to swim a lot.
He visits the beach once in a while, when he can get away, just standing on the outskirts and sitting with his arms crossed and watching the waves come in. No one else comes, and he can believe it's a cursed place.
So he's pretty surprised to see someone else there--a little angry, too, how dare someone come and ruin his sanctuary. He's ready to yell, maybe throw a punch (he's got enough built up hurt to want to try and let it out) but--there's something familiar...
"Oy," he calls out instead. "Private beach." And that's not even a lie.