will you be there up on the shore

[shiro2hero]

Who: Shiro (shiro2hero ) & Adam (saltyadam )
What: A beachside Reunion
When: Early November
Where: The Shores

Content Warnings: Squid-related nudity

Today is one of those days he would have preferred to spend in the Orphanage. It's bitter cold, the sky a solid slab of steel grey, hanging low toward the buildings. Sure, he'd graduated to one of the heavier coats sold around town - but the wing keeps howling through the fabric. Cutting into it off the ocean.

Should have guessed it'd be brutal out here today.

Regardless, Shiro is once again patrolling the shores. He's seen new faces crop up on the network lately. It's that time of the month. He'd promised more than a few people he'd keep an eye out for their loved ones. It's the least he can do, considering he'd failed to bring his own across. Those thoughts aren't going anywhere any time soon. Not even after Vyng yanked him out of the surf and out of his head.

Or out of potential Return Of The Squid anyway.

He stops for a moment, pulling his hands out of his pockets to try and blow some warmth into his left hand. Maybe he should turn around. Maybe he should go back to the Orphanage and play jungle gym for the kids for a while. That'd help.

It looked as if there weren't many new arrivals today. Maybe even the squids were too cold.

One more failure of a day to add to the list, looked like.

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[saltyadam]

Bewildered would be a mild word to describe how Adam felt as he came to. Boggled, perhaps. Confused. Unmoored.

Salty, he determined, lacking his lips with a grimace.

He seemed to be on a strange beach, a step up from the last time he came to after death seemed certain. Was this the same place or somewhere new?

What was different was a coolness in the pit of his stomach. A seed, just planted, still unsteady, that perhaps this place would be alright. This was where he was supposed to be, it told him. Inexplicable. This was nowhere near where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be dead.

It's then that he spots movement on the shore. He doesn't register the biting cold as he slides his glasses, blessedly still perched if askew, back down on his nose.

He certainly doesn't feel the harsh grit of the sand against his skin as the figure comes into focus.

Ah.

The seed sprouts, pushing tentatively upward.

His voice is a cracked, rusted thing, but he uses it none the less. Hopes it isn't lost to the wind.

"Takashi... ?"