It was one of those days where the heat was thick, heavy- the sun glared overhead, as if compensating for the nights it couldn't shine. It was days like these that Bee hit the beach.
He had to admit, he wasn't used to the weather yet. Since he'd come for vacation, he'd spent his days adjusting to the tropical temperatures of his temporary home. It was still so strange to him, so alien, to look into the horizon and see nothing but blue. No land, no skyline- neverending ocean. He pulled himself from the shallow ocean waters and made his way towards the shade of the trees slightly off the beach. His area was set up as he had left it, or well- okay, he and Ivy had already trashed the picnic basket. Leave it to him to be responsible with food.
His matesprit was enjoying what was left of the sweets as he sat down beside her, kicking sand off his feet. Fucking sand. Ivy giggled at his discomfort and he send her an indignant 'pfff'. "Yer a native, you can't make fun of me," he added, his ocean eyes giving away his mischeivous nature. "Why don't we step on the mainland and see how far you walk before a tornado gets you."
Ivy stopped her eating, looking at him with skepticism. She knew fully well how much of a shit he could be, and he was a professional at making false logic into a prank. "I'm pretty sure you can tell when a tornado is coming."
Bee laughed. "They say it sounds like a hundred trains- the wind swirling around you, knocking you off your feet... There's no escaping it." The ominous tones in his voice might send shivers down another's spine, but he'd played this game for well over a year now and he was almost positive she'd caught on completely. And little did she know, he'd been through at least ten tornadoes, and they weren't at all difficult to dodge.
Sure, he'd lost his house two or three times, but hell- life happens.
He brushed his hair out of his face, using one of the towels to wipe the sweat away. His lean figure- too slim to be healthy- was already starting to darken. In a few days he hoped to be a nice bronze. It had been far too long since he had been out for extended amounts of time in any sunlight. Part of bein' a recluse and all, right?
Ivy retorted from his previous comment. "S'all good, Ivy's cooler than Bee. I got it handled."
Bee just grinned. Sure ya do, he thought. He set the towel down and leaned back, looking at the foilage, and beyond that, the crystal blue sky. His hair had darkened from being wet and turned his face into that of a ghost- he was a little paler than most, and his vibrant eyes and dark hair contrasted. As he did, he felt Ivy's hand slide into his. It was a sudden thing- cold flared over his skin, but burned at her touch. His face reddened slightly- he was glad he wasn't looking at her. Physical touch- it was nice, if a little foreign to him. He gave her hand a little squeeze and closed his eyes, his cheeks still somewhat warm.
He ended up looking over to her to see a solemn blush. Bee grinned slightly and turned, stretching out on the picnic blanket. He rested his head on her leg, his hair still somewhat wet from the ocean water. He stared up at her and curled his hand around hers. "So..." His words faltered. The older guy pulled himself from his position and stood up, his hand still in hers. "Let's go do something. I might as well not waste my vacation laying around, right?" He grinned.
He lifted her up and in minutes he had their area picked up. The two looked back to the ocean one more time before turning back to Bee's choice of vehicle. Since he couldn't take his vehicle he'd settled on his Vespa- aptly chosen due to his love for FLCL. The Italian scooter leaned slightly on its kickstand and Bee immediately regretted his hipster vehicle. Welp, looks like you'll have to deal with it, he thought as he made his way back.
"Shave ice next, right?" he said. "You know, on the mainland they call it a 'snow cone'."