Beach. (kinda inspired by the song Sex by Bikini, don't ask for how). Danny hate the beach.
Danny hated this hell hole, it was too hot, too sunny, too much pineapple in everything. And the sand, don't get him started on the sand. That thing gets everywhere and refuses to leave you, you will find that evil substance in every inch of you belonging. And where do you find sand? Well on the beach mainly, although it will follow you everywhere you go.
And that was one the main reasons why he hated the beach so much. Well there was also all of these tourists that took over the damn thing and he didn't understand why people find pleasure in relaxing in dirt, 'cause that's what sand was, dirt. He was a city boy, concrete was his friend.
But that is where she liked to be the most, so he complied with his duty as a husband and went with her. She loved to surf when she could, swim in the ocean and to lay under the sun. Activities that he did not understand, but she loved it and he loved her so…
But he had to admit it, it had its benefits to live on an island. You're lovely wife would practically live in a bikini and there's no arguments to made against that. Looking at Kono, lying on her back in the smallest bathing suit known to man, he couldn't help but thinking that maybe living on a ball of dust in the sun wasn't that bad at all.