Hidden in the sand

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Trailing across the rock and sand ridden floor the tall man nodded his head softly, a set of red headphones rested overtop of his ears playing music of course.

He'd been in his own little world walking towards the dock he'd found himself spending more time at.

Drawing closer his eyes trailed across the length of it coming to rest on a group of teenagers at the end, a frown easily made its way onto his lips upon seeing them drawing and painting whatever the hell onto the wood.

Wanting to go over and tell them off he paused feeling something bump into his side, eyes right away snapped over seeing (H/C) hair and the (E/C) hues of the person he'd been talking to for the past few days.

Seeing her raise a hand and motion towards his headphones he slid one off waiting for her to speak.

"Are you listening to creep?" Recognizing the tune of the song from what'd slipped past the headphones foam Abbacchio nodded his head slightly confirming her question. "And your thoughts on it?"

"It's not bad." Murmuring that out in response he took the headphones fully off letting them rest around his neck, the red colour of them stuck out against his dark attire like a sore thumb. Going to add more he kept the words from spilling out seeing that her attention had shifted towards the teens vandalizing the dock.

"Are they seriously doing that?" Her voice carried prominent distaste, the dock was a safe spot that the two shared and seeing people mess it up left her feeling annoyed but unable to do anything.

"Stupid kids, have nothing better to do." Practically glaring at the group Abbacchio pondered over going over and telling them to piss off. He wasn't a stranger to telling people off but by the looks of it (Y/N) wasn't the confrontational type.

"They really don't," Agreeing with his point she let out a deep sigh, "Why don't we walk and talk today?"

"If you want." He wasn't going to object the suggestion, she meant it with moderately good intentions but his mind still trailed off towards those teens. It made him annoyed to think that they were ruining something the two of you found solitude in and that the dock wouldn't be the same as before.

"Alright then, I know that there's softer sand over this way." Turning in place the (H/C) haired girl began walking, occasionally peering back to make sure the lean white haired man had been following.

Which of course he was.

"There's a lot of shells this way too." her tone of voice was light, excited even to have been able to share some of her findings.

Watching with curious eyes he remained in place seeing her drop onto her knees digging through the sand, the beige granules easily clung to her clothing but it didn't seem to bother her much.

"Aren't you worried about getting sand everywhere?" Turning her head upon hearing him speak she relayed the words in her head. This was nearly the longest sentence he'd spoken to her which could only draw out a friendly smile.

"Not really. I'm not that afraid of getting dirty since I do on a daily basis." Her words right away led to some questions forming within the depths of his mind only to disappear as she added on. "I work in a greenhouse so something like sand isn't worrying."

Humming in response to what she'd said he remained in place, hands now shoved into his pockets and eyes trailing between where the water met the sand and where she sat.

It was refreshing to just have some peace and quiet.

Sure he would've preferred the usual sitting along the dock than this but he was beginning to doubt that it was the dock itself which put him at ease.

"Hey look!" Right away focusing on where the (H/C) haired girl was he watched her rise off the ground drawing closer to where he stood. With her hands patting against one another to rid themselves of sand she raised one of them holding it just to the side of his face.

"It kinda matches your eyes."

The smile she carried nearly caused his mind to freeze, she seemed so purely happy to have found something as simple as a shell that matched his eyes.

Enough so that,

He couldn't help the faint smile creeping across his own lips.