[Of course they were eye-catching. Waver was under the impression that gaudy garments like this would always catch Rider's interest-- they were flashy, and a conqueror must always be seen.
...right?
Huffing irritably, he glanced up at Rider like an embarrassed kid.]
Nothing much. You said you wanted to get out, right?
[There were towels crisply folded up in his backpack, and a sorry little bottle of sunsreen-- Waver didn't relish the idea of getting sunburned because of that oaf.]
no subject
...right?
Huffing irritably, he glanced up at Rider like an embarrassed kid.]
Nothing much. You said you wanted to get out, right?
[There were towels crisply folded up in his backpack, and a sorry little bottle of sunsreen-- Waver didn't relish the idea of getting sunburned because of that oaf.]