The wind tore at the bank, the waves responded in a reckless dance of churning and leaping high into the air with restless arches and sounds similar to the snap of a pencil discarded. A young man sat on the rough, basically-not-sand sand and gazed in wonder at the massive depth of blue (once again not really blue, more of a murky green and gloomy grey, but, nevertheless), his emerald pools glued to the never-ending battle between the shore and the sea/lake/body of water that lay in front of him.
" Hey! You're gonna starve if you keep forgetting to come inside and eat, oi! Come inside!", squalked a limber young blonde girl, who seemed to be all limbs and nothing else, " Get out of your head or I'm gonna smack you SO hard!".
The boy lazily stood, turned away from the water and glanced back at the blonde with a grin too large for his face, " No need to break my ear drums Clara! You're going to have to change your carreer if you do that!" The young male teased merrily, his limbs bouncing around as he spoke to try and convey whatever meaning his rambles usually had. The blonde immidiately snorted and gave the boy a quizzical look, " And what would you suggest I switch over to Tristan?" She snapped, a warm spark of humor in her eyes as she waited for a joking remark to exit the brown haired boys mouth. " You should be a seagull with your constant squalking!" Tristan chortled and then did a few mocking arm flaps and bird calls of his own, mocking Claras' usual speech.
Clara gasped in mock hurt then proceeded to grab the smaller boy by the neck of his light weight t-shirt and noogie the living daylights out of him, " Nooooo, why Claraa? My hair is important to my careerrr" he squealed in false bemoanment while twisting out of his friends grasp and into the 'sand' once more. Clara glanced down at him with one of her infamous smirks and reached out a hand to help him up, which the petite boy accepted graciously, " And your breath I assume isn't? Seriously, it reekss!" The blonde plugged her nose and gagged humorously, " Hey! Like fish care about my breath-" Tristan was cut off by Clara pulling him by his wrist and dragging the uncooperative brunett back to their shared house to grab some dinner that they both definitely needed for the next day coming.
