Beef On The Beach

Angus loved the beach. Back home he’d headed down to the beach almost every weekend, at first with his board and no one else, though as he got older he usually brought more and more people down with him.

There were a lot of things on this island that got on his nerves. The school, the people in it, all these weirdo people acting like they were all special or something. But, if nothing else, the island had nice beaches. So if he ever needed to unwind, or was feeling particularly homesick, he’d usually head down there and see how the surf was.

Plus, it gave him a chance to show off, and that wasn’t something he missed.

After having caught a few waves, Angus walked out of the water and onto the sand, wearing nothing but his boardshorts, and sat down next to his board, taking a moment to relax.

@Keen

Angus turned at the sound of their voice and was unable to hide the look of bewilderment that immediately sprung up on his face. What the hell were they wearing? Who shows up to a beach in the afternoon just casually dressed like that? Sexy Halloween costumes weren’t due for another few months at least.

Though, once he got over his initial surprise, the compliment was enough of an ego pad to keep him from vocalising his thoughts on their choice of dress.

“Nice of you to notice,” He said, his usual smug smile spreading on his face. “I ‘ve been surfing since I was a little boy, it kinda comes naturally to me.”

Some weird looking cat man wasn’t exactly the sort of attention he’d hoped to attract on the beach, but he figured he’d spare him a few moments of his time. It was only midday, he’d have plenty of time to find more titillating company later.

“You much of a surfer?” He asked before his eyes kinda looked over those clothes again. “Or uh, I don’t suppose you’d be a lifeguard dressing up like that.”

"Ah well, those are perfectly good reasons to enjoy the beach as well," He said, keeping an affable tone in his voice. "There aren't much better places to meet people, yeah. Though, if you do wanna try surfing I'm sure I could show you a few tricks."

He practically radiated confidence, obviously taking a lot of pride in his own skill. He flashed him another smile, before holding out a hand.

"But, before any of that, I'm Angus Audron."

His eyebrow twitched.

Of course, he knew Jazz, probably one of her weird nerd friends if the name and how weird they were dressed up was anything to go by.

But, Angus wasn't so displeased to hear his dear sisters name that he let it show, and he was good enough at hiding what he was feeling to keep it from being too obvious. He simply blinked, playing up the surprise he felt at hearing her name.

"That I am, she's my sister. You a friend of hers or something?"

Wow, that was a garish as hell display. Angus couldn’t keep the disgruntled expression hidden that time, seeming to squint as the colours were made even brighter in the midday sun. Was he flexing on him or something? Trying to show off with that fancy-schmancy shiny look? Angus wasn’t very amused.

“Alright Sherlock, no need to get too excited about it.” He said, a little peeved, before taking a moment to regain his composure. “But yeah, you do seem like someone she’d be friendly with.”

It sounded innocuous, but it was more of a backhanded compliment than anything else, given his own opinion on Jazz. He kept that to himself, though.

“So how do you know her? You from the school or something?”

It was entirely possible that he was and Angus just never noticed, even with how much Kon tried to stand out. He never really did pay attention to people he didn’t have reason to care about.