[EVENT: BEACH TIME!]

[thenotsostraightman]

[Normally, one might count walking into a standard classroom only to find a bright, sunny beach instead to be a very pleasant surprise. But as Tadakuni stood there; blankly trying to wrap his head around what just happened- Only one question plagued his mind enough to dwarf all other concerns.]

.......

WHY AM I IN SCHOOL TRUNKS AGAIN!?

((OOC: Welcome to the Beach Room! Once inside, everyone who enters will suddenly appear dressed in swimwear of some kind. Unfortunately, those who try to leave will find an invisible barrier blocking them from exiting the room for at least 3 hours. So have fun, take a swim, play some volleyball, enjoy the cheesy beach-party music, or find some other activity to occupy your time! Emergency suntan lotion will of course be instantly available for all you beach-goers to avoid a nasty sunburn!)) 

Comments

[pimpcoat]

[He hands the bottle over, still confused- but clearly this man doesn't know what he's talking about, not really.]

You are very pale. You do not go in the sun often?

[leanonstuff]

[Norman takes the bottle and gets to work on his back.]

Not too much... and when I do, I use this stuff.

[Going in the sun often wouldn't help with the paleness in any event since he'd only burn.]

Not everyone can be as lucky as you. [And inwardly, he isn't referring exclusively to his darker complexion. Not that being fit is an issue of "luck"... but that's beside the point.]

[pimpcoat]

I am lucky, I do not burn.

[He watches Norman rub the lotion on his back, nose crinkled slightly.]

It smells.

[leanonstuff]

I figured as much.

[He rolls his eyes at that comment.]

You'll get used to it.

[pimpcoat]

[He leans in and sniffs his shoulder. No, it smells awful.]

I will not use it, so I will not need to get used to it.

[leanonstuff]

[Norman scowls and pushes Micheletto's face away when he sniffs him. Who... does that? Everything about this guy is weird, isn't it?]

Fine by me. Just... keep a reasonable distance and you won't have to smell it on me either.

[pimpcoat]

[Micheletto shoves him a little harder than necessary in return when his face is pushed away, obviously irritated by the gesture.]

Now it is all over my face, stronzo.

[He tries to wipe it off, glaring at Norman once he's done. He should punch him for that, honestly. What an irritating man.]

[leanonstuff]

[The shove forces him back a few paces, and unfortunately his heel catches on a raised bit of sand and he trips, falling back on his ass. Embarrassed and annoyed, Norman quickly pushes himself back to his feet.]

It's supposed to go on your face. No one wants a burn there.

[His own thoughts aren't too off from Micheletto's. This guy is irritating, strange and not very likable.]

[pimpcoat]

[He seems less angry when Norman falls back on his ass. Good, that serves him right. He smirks down at him as he gets up.]

I do not burn, I have already said this. Or are you too stupid to understand?

[It wouldn't surprise him, this man doesn't seem very intelligent.]

[leanonstuff]

[Back on his feet, Norman wipes some sand off of himself with a bit of difficulty- he's still kinda sticky from recently applying that sunscreen.]

You could still get skin cancer, y'know? And I don't appreciate that kind of talk.

[He thinks there's some sand that got into his bathing suit, but isn't about to work on freeing that while Micheletto is watching. The best solution is to start on his way toward the ocean.]

[pimpcoat]

Get what?

[He follows, if only because irritating Norman is turning out to be somewhat entertaining.]

It is not my fault you are unintelligent.

[leanonstuff]

You're the ignorant one if you don't know about the risks of skin cancer.

[He still doesn't know about 'when' Micheletto supposedly comes from. The guy just seems kinda dumb and strange to him.]

It is your fault that you don't pay attention to anything.

[Once they make it to the edge of the water he slowly starts walking in, taking his time since the ocean is really damn cold. Huh, he'd somehow expected the water to be warmer.]

quick tag before i go

[pimpcoat]

[Oh, he's ignorant now? Micheletto feels the cold water on his feet, glances at Norman, then shoves him bodily into the water.]

You are an imbecile.

[It's a good thing he's fun to push around. Micheletto might have simply snapped his neck and left him there for his lack of respect.]