[He follows him out, albeit much slower, hands sliding into his pockets as he takes in the ocean breeze for himself. Watching Roxas actually makes him chuckle a little, but he makes sure the blond is well out of earshot - waves or no - before he does so. It's like watching a little kid's first beach trip, or something.
By the time he gets to the water, his boots have been discarded, but he apparently doesn't mind wet jeans. Probably natural for someone who grew up on an island, after all.]
no subject
By the time he gets to the water, his boots have been discarded, but he apparently doesn't mind wet jeans. Probably natural for someone who grew up on an island, after all.]