Subject: Little late, but
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Posted on: 2015-08-03 05:28:00 UTC

Next to the lapping waves on the beach, a trio of large beach umbrellas are planted firmly into the ground, angled together so as to provide a wide area of shade. Under the combined canopy, Maria lounged on a reclined beach chair, her tail moving sluggishly on the sand beside her. A radio is placed on top of a cooler beside her, playing a fast tuned beat at a low volume.

“I can’t believe we’ve never gone to a nice beach like this before.” She brushed some sand off of her stomach and her bat-themed bikini. “It’s relaxing, I guess.”

Mark gave a snort, sitting on the sand before the waves and reading a thick book. He wore only green swim trunks and his battered red scarf, leaving his scarred and maimed body visible. “I’m surprised you’d be relaxed at all with the sun so bright out. I made sure to pack the dustpan, in-case you die.”

“And I have plenty of blood for reviving you. Well, I guess everyone does, but it’d be pretty impolite to go around asking for some!” Cadmar grinned and laughed, letting her head flop down on the water where she was floating in a blue one-piece swimsuit.

“Gee, what thoughtful servants I have,” Maria muttered dryly.

Their conversation fell dead, and the tunes from the radio washed over them for a few minutes.

“… I don’t recognize anyone here,” Cadmar said, looking out across the beach and the people on it. “Are we on the wrong beach?”

“No, you’re just too much of a shut-in.” Maria looked down the beach, squinting her yellow eyes from the brightness. “I recognize some people. It’s what happens when you go out to social functions.”

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