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Sora was finding that there was a lot she didn't know about her partner.

She finished making her fourth turtle shaped hill when she looked up at Leon's work. He had been smoothing the sand with the small plastic shovel earlier, but now he was using a stick to draw on the walls of the rectangular castle. She came closer and peered over his shoulder.

"You're really good at this!"

He hmmed, still working on the walls. Back in France he'd make things with his hands as a way of relaxing. Clay was his preferred material, but when he began to move around a lot to perform he settled for something like play-doh, but a better quality. He couldn't go to his friend's kiln to fire his pieces, so his hobby had been put on hold.

She sat down next to him, content to watch him work. "Do you have any other hidden talents?"

"Like what?"

She shrugged. "Music playing, singing, drawing, a sport..."

He paused in his work to consider what she said and then began to work on the windows. "I really do not have time to be investing in a sport. As for the other items you listed," he looked over at her, "I prefer something I can physically touch and mold."

"Ceramics then?"

"I used to," he murmured thoughtfully, "but I moved around too much."

"You can start up again," she said, placing a hand along his bicep, "now that you're not moving around."

"...I had not considered that." He turned his head to her, the soft touch of her hand on him stirring his insides. "Now that I am settled, I could even buy a potter's wheel."

She smiled. He let out a tiny one in return.

She bit her bottom lip a little, her head leaning close to his and her eyes drifting half closed but then she stopped with a vibrant blush. He tilted his head at the curious behavior, not having noticed that his head had subconsciously leaned into her before she pulled away.

"I'll um, get some sea shells," she rambled as she quickly stood up, "a great sand castle needs sea shells and little rocks and kelp and sticks..." she paused to grab her bucket and then started to walk towards the water, "I'll be right back!"

"Alright."

"Ano, Leon?" she called out as she thought of something, "Do you want to go on a date tomorrow night?"

He sat up straighter. "Tomorrow?"

She nodded, her sandy bare feet shifting on the sand in quiet anticipation.

"It would have to be around here," he warned, "for my car is still in the impound."

"That's ok, silly!" she laughed. "It could even be in the cafeteria if you want!"

Her tinkling laughter rang in his ears and her happy smile made his lips upturn some more.

"It's a date," he said.

She ducked her head a little in an endearing manner. "Ok. We can set a time when I come back with the - " Leon frowned as her smile fell, being replaced with surprise. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in worry. "Leon, duck down!"

Immediately, he pitched forward, trusting his partner's warning. He heard something cut through the air as he smashed into his sand castle, narrowly missing being hit by a Frisbee.

"Whoa man! You alright?!" a guy called out.

Leon sat up, idly brushing the sand from the front of his tank. Sora rushed back to him and was checking his head.

"Did you get hit?"

He shook his head. She sighed in relief, though when she turned to look at his castle she frowned.

"Your beautiful work's gone," she bemoaned.

The corners of his mouth turned down in disappointment. Sora caught it and she patted his arm.

"It was lovely," she said encouragingly, "I'm glad I was able to see it."

He looked away from the ruined work to her sweet face. In appreciation of her warning and for sympathizing with his loss, he found himself leaning his head down to her.

She flushed as his lips brushed her cheek and then giggled when his brief lick tickled her.

I guess I have been doing that right, she inwardly thought.

Unbeknownst to her, Leon thought a similar thing, instead inwardly relieved that he did her sign of affection correctly, no matter how strange it felt to be licking her cheek.

He couldn't decide if it was a female or a cultural custom.

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AN: And they're both wrong. XP

But they're trying. Let's give them a 'B+' for effort.