[Beau still kind of wobbles when Yasha's hold just kind of expires, letting out a small 'woah!' as her feet hit the sand and she rights herself into standing. She seems pleased, through, getting that cocky kind of grin left.]
Smooth.
[Vomit discussions. Romantic. She starts to drag herself in from the shore so the waves don't keep hitting them, keeping her hand in Yasha's top.]
;)
Smooth.
[Vomit discussions. Romantic. She starts to drag herself in from the shore so the waves don't keep hitting them, keeping her hand in Yasha's top.]
I guess you owe me wine for hitting me.