ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 .

he'll watch as she makes space for him, but doesnt take her up on it straight away. humor. he can tell the pain hasnt subsided given how she cradles her head, but hes glad confusion has

small nod at her answer. another good sign. theres a second round of thunder, shortly followed by a bright flash that lights up the darkening sky. rain pelts against his back a little

she's stringing together complete sentences ——- a good sign as far as concussions go. he's used to little mishaps with clients whenever surf lessons go a little wrong, but they'd never been hit

he'll take a quick glance behind him, darker grey clouds moving in a little faster than appreciated. he can feel the beginning of rain, tiny droplets just barely visible as they hit wet board.

he's trying to move fast, but careful ——- if he throws the board off balance it'd be both of them falling off, and he doesnt know if astrid could swim back up again.

mouth moves to speak again, but he presses pause on words to offer time for hers. not much leaves her lips, which ignites a strange surge of concern. he goes to speak again, but a loud rumble

jaw juts, molars gritting together as he watches her close the distance on the wave. he'll sit up on his board again, balance almost lost upon more rogue water than he remembers wading

sitting upright, he'll eye his wave options. the presence of unwanted coworker had almost already re - slipped from his mind, until brown curls pass by his board. a pang of possession

caught off guard ——- a quick turn of his body, almost knocking his co - worker out with his board. " 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒘 ——- forgot you were there, romano. " smug. insulting.

[ — closed starter for @surfsheart ]

( a dent forms in sand as beer pack hits ground, letting gio set up the sheet. back curves as he bends to grab a third can, cracking it open whilst eyes drift to soda - filled cooler. he tries