Drake finally makes the decision to relax a trifle. Nobody is here to watch him other than Kaoru himself, and what will he have to say about it? Nothing. Drake has sand in his shoes, in his hair, and in several other places he'd rather not think about, and he musters up courage enough to remove the battered footwear, the socks he's willfully managed to keep hold of, and gingerly eases his feet into the water. It's as pleasant as he's imagined, and the youth lets out a quiet breath.
"We don't seem to be on a regular flight path," he notes. "Must've gone off course during the emergency."
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... They would dislike it as much as they wished.
Drake finally makes the decision to relax a trifle. Nobody is here to watch him other than Kaoru himself, and what will he have to say about it? Nothing. Drake has sand in his shoes, in his hair, and in several other places he'd rather not think about, and he musters up courage enough to remove the battered footwear, the socks he's willfully managed to keep hold of, and gingerly eases his feet into the water. It's as pleasant as he's imagined, and the youth lets out a quiet breath.
"We don't seem to be on a regular flight path," he notes. "Must've gone off course during the emergency."