Stavanger Bay Castles in the sand,

Oops, a wild himbo approaches!

These places smelled familiar, like that guy he met in the gray-land along the beach. The scent markers were light, but clearly being placed... it wasn't wise for him to cross them and having no real intent on joining, but he also didn't do any attempt at keeping himself hidden (thinking that maybe, by doing so, he wouldn't be seen as a threat and allowed to just meander by so long as he didn't cause any trouble).

A black shadow along his path, she was the complete opposite of him, a pretty little thing too. He had a thing for the dark ones too, something about the contrast really appeased his own senses... but then again, he wasn't quite picky, it was just a thought in the moment how he adored what he saw. Without much thought on how accepting she would be to his presence, the man approached, peering over to the jewels in the sand with wide-eyed wonder. Woah! He sighed, loudly. Those are pretty! 

No really, they were. Strange looking things, were they often found by the water like this? Did he just miss them or something? Anyway, after taking a glance and depending on how quickly she reacted to him (she can cut him off of course), mismatched eyes flickered over to her in the most sensual way he could, all half-lidded and all to appear as suave as he could for the following. Not as pretty as you of course, hey, I'm Elijah.