[Creeeeak goes the door, and through it comes a tank topped Mako glistening with sweat and salty ocean water. His clean trousers are rolled up to give his previously sanded calves some air to breathe. He quickly, perhaps out of bundled nerves, brushes fingertips through his morning beach hair as he approaches.
Oh, and it looks like the sun has kissed his skin.]
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Oh, and it looks like the sun has kissed his skin.]
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