Frozen in thought

Lucas had been staring at the ocean for awhile, distracted by the rolling waves. It was only February, which meant the water was freezing. Really, anywhere near the water was too chilly for comfort, but Lucas didn't mind the biting wind or the falling snow, he had a job to do. Beside him, a few feet away, was a neat pile of trash twice the size of his body, about two hours worth or two Big Time Rush Albums. Not too far away was Cluckers in a makeshift pen that was more or less a battle fortress, surrounded by four sand walls and swaddled in a beach towel because chickens shouldn't be in freezing condition — neither should boys. Frost had already starting to form on the ends of his damp hair. There were warmer ways to spend an afternoon; if Lucas stayed by the water any longer he would become a furry popsicle, but his sense of accomplishment could keep him here until sundown.​

Lucas continued to look at the ocean with glassy eyes. Even in uncomfortable conditions, it was nice be able to think about nothing. The salty air had masked her fishy scent and Lucas had been relatively zoned out for the past five minutes, he wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't spoken up. His body felt frozen-- in a literal sense, everything was so stiff-- he regretted staying still . All he could really do was crane his neck and awkwardly glance over.​

" Captured? " He chuckled as she approached him. " Nah, I'm fine". Usually, Lucas would be troubled knowing that he was being watched, but this was Aimouryllice whom he had come to learn worked in very strange ways.​

" What's in that bag?" Lucas asked through chittering teeth, pointing over to the unusually heavy bag. " Are you picking up trash? Because that's what I was doing too until I uh, got distracted. The ocean is cool, so I wanted to help. Guess I should of brought a jacket."​