Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
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Noon returns to the Outlook once again, determined to relax and melt off some stress. He peels his shirt, draping it over the railing, and sits down in a seat close enough to let the sun shine in a little bit. Then he applies a little bit of sun screen to his chest and stomach, mindful of getting burned, before getting his face, nose, and ears as well.
Then he asks the staff to bring him an ice cold beer as he stretches his legs out and lets the breeze from the sea waft over him. His eyes drift halfway shut as the gentle sounds of the waves drift up to him, punctuated by the occasional seagull's cry.
"A fine day this could have been, perhaps..."
Then he asks the staff to bring him an ice cold beer as he stretches his legs out and lets the breeze from the sea waft over him. His eyes drift halfway shut as the gentle sounds of the waves drift up to him, punctuated by the occasional seagull's cry.
"A fine day this could have been, perhaps..."