Wheeling Gull Isle well you left me anyhow

he pointed to the water; the wave that crashed upon the stone and scattered droplets onto the both of them. nüwu licked at a drop of saltwater at the corner of her mouth, not one for giggles but appreciative of the way huojin found joy in simple things. her expression remained empty as sirens and alarms blared in her head loudly, urging her to move forward. but she nailed her paws to the stone, afraid of her own urges. instead she let herself be distracted by the boy, as she tentatively leaned towards him, wanting to lick at a droplet on his cheek and yet unsure of herself. and of his boundaries.