[Whoa. His eyes are drawn like magnets to the floating parasol. Very cool! He smiles at that, and it brightens at the request as he looks over the note.]
Yeah, please. Come on over.
[Sand is extremely difficult to walk in and the first thing he does as he takes a step back toward his seat is misjudge how his foot will slide in it. He's fortunate he didn't stumble right into his double when going to greet him. This particular misstep flings him right onto his back, dumping him in the sand with a surprising thud. Why is it that the stuff is so soft underfoot and so hard on his back? Ugh. He sits up and shakes sand out of his hair, then springs back up onto his feet and sits on the big porous black rock that's so nicely shaded. Room for two, though there are others around as well.
He'd offer the guy a drink if he had a second, but he doesn't. What he does have is this mango, which he picks back up from where he left it on the rock, and his scavenged knife he ripped off one of the pirates on Sabaody. He lifts them both in his doppelganger's direction.]
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Yeah, please. Come on over.
[Sand is extremely difficult to walk in and the first thing he does as he takes a step back toward his seat is misjudge how his foot will slide in it. He's fortunate he didn't stumble right into his double when going to greet him. This particular misstep flings him right onto his back, dumping him in the sand with a surprising thud. Why is it that the stuff is so soft underfoot and so hard on his back? Ugh. He sits up and shakes sand out of his hair, then springs back up onto his feet and sits on the big porous black rock that's so nicely shaded. Room for two, though there are others around as well.
He'd offer the guy a drink if he had a second, but he doesn't. What he does have is this mango, which he picks back up from where he left it on the rock, and his scavenged knife he ripped off one of the pirates on Sabaody. He lifts them both in his doppelganger's direction.]
Want some mango?