He does Not Like Sand. At least in places it's not supposed to be. For someone who prefers to be outside than in, there are a multitude of things about the outdoors he doesn't approve on. Anything that isn't a paved street, pretty much.
'But no, I'm not gettin' in with you. We'll never make it to bed if I do.'
He turns and starts walking. Slowly, so she can catch up when she's finished faffing with her hair.
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He does Not Like Sand. At least in places it's not supposed to be. For someone who prefers to be outside than in, there are a multitude of things about the outdoors he doesn't approve on. Anything that isn't a paved street, pretty much.
'But no, I'm not gettin' in with you. We'll never make it to bed if I do.'
He turns and starts walking. Slowly, so she can catch up when she's finished faffing with her hair.