[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!)) 

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[holydemon]

[When Pyrrha turns to look in Nero's direction, she'll find that he...actually fell asleep at some point too. Even in his sleep he looks as sour as ever with his arms are crossed and his lips drawn into a frown.

It seems that towel he'd had on to cover his Devil Bringer had long since fallen off his shoulders, and now there's red tint to his skin that wasn't there before.

Could it be...sunburn?]

[itisntmyfault]

[Sometimes in life, through any number of unlikely circumstances, you have the odd opportunity to come across someone in their sleep... And usually, despite any differences you may have with that person in their conscious life- despite whatever facade that person may put up on a regular basis- catching them while they sleep is usually the one opportunity you get to see that person in their purest and most vulnerable moment; the one time in which they appear more serene, or endearing, than they ever do normally.]

[This is not one of those moments. In fact as Pyrrha looks over at Nero now, with that sour expression and red complexion, she can't help but think that he somehow manages to look... even more crabby than usual. And quite literally so! But... why is he so red in the face? Could it be that-]

[...Oh. Oh dear.]

[Pyrrha gasps; getting to her feet and immediately picking up the man's fallen towel. Instinctively, the young woman reaches out to shake the man by the shoulder.]

Nero-!

[holydemon]

[As soon as Pyrrha touches Nero's shoulder he jerks away with a little shout, eyes shooting open to see the girl hovering in front of him.]

What--ow! [He moves slightly, thinking something is digging into his back. Unfortunately, all it does it cause him more pain.]

Ow-- [Nero hopes up out of his chair, arms held up at his sides as he looks down accusingly at the chair.

There was nothing there, of course, so he turns his attention to himself and...]

What?! No way--!

[itisntmyfault]

[Pyrrha immediately takes her hand away as the man cries out.] I- I'm sorry!

I-- um... here- [She hands Nero his towel; thinking that he can perhaps use it to protect himself from the sun.]

...Maye... we should have rested in the shade.... [Hindsight really is 20/20, huh?]

[holydemon]

[Nero takes the towel with his Devil Bringer, but when he tries to put it over his shoulders it only causes him to wince further. So he leaves it on the chair and looks over towards the door.]

I've gotta get out of this sun...let's see if the damn door is open already.

[He stomps towards it.]

[itisntmyfault]

R-right... [Pyrrha trails behind Nero as he moves on ahead.]

....

[...This would be...]

[Another inappropriate time to laugh, wouldn't it?]

[But as she looks ahead at Nero- all red and stiffly stomping forward with his arms hovering out beside his body- the first thought that comes to mind is inevitably how much he kind of does resemble a crab after all. The blonde raises a hand to her mouth and has to take a moment to force her smile away; trying her best not to chuckle. She honestly doesn't enjoy the man's pain, though! It's just... well...]

[...kind of cute, actually.]

[After taking a moment to get herself together, Pyrrha moves beside Nero as they approach the door. As they reach the entrance, she goes to experimentally put her hand through it... and is pleasantly surprised when she succeeds in doing so.]

Oh-! The barrier's gone now...

[holydemon]

About time. [Nero growls out, using his Devil Bringer to pull open the door and set outside. The moment he's in the hall though, his clothes, accessories, and weapons magic themselves back onto his body.

Not surprisingly, this leads to Nero letting out a sudden, although muffled cry of pain.]

Of. Course. [He grits his teeth as he slowly lowers his hands back to his side, the fabric grating painfully against his skin.]

Of course.

[itisntmyfault]

Oh-!

[Pyrrha jumps as her own clothes and accessories return to her; cringing slightly in sympathy as she looks over at a very pained Nero. ...Okay, now she really feels bad.]

U-um... perhaps the building's healers have something to help with the pain...?

[holydemon]

I'm not seeing some healer. [Nero harshly rejects the offer as he looks down either end of the hall to locate the the nearest dorm area.

Once he makes a decision, he starts to stiffly walk towards the West Wing. A cool shower might help his burning skin, after all...]

[itisntmyfault]

[Pyrrha furrowed her brow; unsure of whether she should continue following along or not. She scurried forth to trail behind him.] O-okay then-

Do you need my help..? Is there anything I can do for you at all..?

[holydemon]

No. [Nero muttered back to her, still making a beeline for the dorms.]

I'm going to take a shower. And I'd rather you not follow me.

[itisntmyfault]

[Well that was certainly enough to get the young woman to stop immediately.]

[Blushing.] O-oh-- Well... in that case-

I'll... see you later, okay...? [Pyrrha watched the man stomp off for a moment, before turning to head back to her own room.]

[All-in-all, it wasn't a bad day...for her, anyway.]

[holydemon]

[While he doesn't exactly answer her, Nero does give her a slight, blind wave of his hand as he continues walking.

It was an acknowledgement, at least, but right now all he cared about was getting out of these clothes.]