my lungs will fill and then deflate

hi!!!

Laughter rang out, and Aesop chuffed, the precursor to a bark, before turning around. He snorted, trying to push the little salt water that had sprayed into his nose out. "Thistle," he greeted, coming up the beach to meet her half way. While he was still a polite distance away, he shook violently, trying to rid his body of any trace of the ocean. Fucking traitor water. "Y'look well. You didn't, uh, didn't see much of that, did'ja?" Here he had the decency to look a bit embarrassed, just in case she did.