Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

sorry for the holdup! D:

"not bad, dalia," velen drawled with a chuckle. she would be even better once she was around he and his brothers day in and out. again, not ford. his older bro was no saint, but risque humour had never been ford's forte. saucy, though — the pair of them were going to turn dalia in the foulest-mouthed sailor this side of the ocean. "makin' the beast with two backs," he offered, tongue lolling in a smirk that quickly turned into an expression of surprise.
"saucy is really into me putting balls in my mouth," velen observed loudly, leaping at the indicated coconut. he gnawed at its hairy surface, kicking it about against the sand as he attempted to cram most of its hard exterior between his jaws. body half-bent into a playbow, velen snapped the air playfully, daring either of the girls to come take his nut from him. 
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