Gilded Bay here come the jets, hide my money in your tube socks

he can't help but smile as the stranger accepts his invitation, tail beating against the sand a little faster. the male's comment resonates with him; he wouldn't have guessed he'd become so attached to the coast, but he can't imagine going anywhere else now. it's beautiful here, he says softly, studying the man from the corner of his vision. he feels compelled to share his own feelings on the matter, though that's hardly anything new. i never saw the sea or any beaches til i came here — i never knew anywhere could be so... nice.