tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
Of course the kid has managed to find the most scandalous shop he possibly can. At this point you really shouldn't be surprised. The combination of teenage hormones and toddler knowledge.... woof. No envy of him there. "'s a lingerie store," you explain as casually as you can manage, grateful that this conversation is far, far less awkward than the last one. "Underthings. Swimsuits, too." Not something you have much use for. Sure, you own a few pairs of swim trunks, but you much prefer to face the ocean as bare as the day you were born.
Gods the kid is far more eager than he has a right to be. It's fuckin' adorable, and you find your face crinkling into a good-natured smile, a chuckle rumbling in your chest. "Roarin' t'go, eh? Dunno- I'm pretty comfy. My old ass might not be able t'get up." Dramatically you settle deeper onto the bench, making a great show of being too old and decrepit to move.
Gods the kid is far more eager than he has a right to be. It's fuckin' adorable, and you find your face crinkling into a good-natured smile, a chuckle rumbling in your chest. "Roarin' t'go, eh? Dunno- I'm pretty comfy. My old ass might not be able t'get up." Dramatically you settle deeper onto the bench, making a great show of being too old and decrepit to move.
ZEPHYR
