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[Jello Creme]

Jello was a number of things. Pale, one. Annoyed with their body, two. Perfectly willing to suffer both of these things to sit in the hot ass sun with an egg nearby, three. Jello heard the rustling of an Alolan Exeggutor, camouflaged safely behind them, and a dragon egg nestled in the sand next to them. Their head was leaned back and a finished drink rested next to them as they stared out towards the beach. Jello was a professional at finding secluded hiding spots. Part of growing up around so many dragons made you a pro at finding the perfect hide and seek spots. That for Jello, was this line of trees that broke into a beach, a good distance away from the beach going crowd. They wore a two piece, dark blue and orange to mock dragon master colors, and huffed the loose strand of hair from the same eyes that were threatening to close to take a short nap. They were safe, right? Beach was patrolled and there's a large, protective tree dragon named Salsa right behind them disguised as.... a tree.

-tag- Here -notes- 1/15 Bagon +1 lv to Salsa -team-

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[olivier liesl von wilhelm]

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Olivier needed to get away. [break][break]

Parties were fine… when she knew what to expect. And the unexpected was fine… when it was at least something that she could figure out what her expected reaction to it should be. The beach was… Well, that was most of the problem. The beach was terrible.[break][break]

Sand? Everywhere, but especially in her sneakers. Sun? Burning her skin, despite the sunscreen she had liberally applied. The water? Salty and threatening, considering she was not a good swimmer. All of these things combined were enough to grind every cell in her body together, and with every step she took the sand in her shoes made her feel as though she had bit onto a piece of tinfoil. Then, on top of that, there were the voices, the smells, the people accidentally bumping into her, the music, and, maybe worst of all, the fact that if she couldn't keep it together, people would notice. She had already stood out, probably due to the fact that she obviously wasn't dressed for a beach party, and she couldn't stand the idea of standing out even more just because the music was too loud at the same time that the sun was too bright.[break][break]

So she needed to get away. Having broken free from the crowd several minutes ago, Olivier had followed the shoreline towards where jungle met beach. She knew she shouldn't go into the jungle, but maybe if she just sat at the edge and watched the waves she'd be able to calm down enough to return eventually.[break][break]

Not realizing someone else was already occupying the hideaway, Olivier sighed as she gently set her bag in the sand. There were eggs inside, so despite wanting to slam the bag down, she knew she had to be careful with it to keep them safe. Then, she very carefully (so as to avoid getting sand anywhere else that it shouldn't be) sat herself down and began unlacing her shoes… which was a mistake, because the moment she removed one of her feet and saw how much sand had gotten stuck to the sock, tears immediately began to flood her eyes. [break][break]

"Why in Artnuh's name did anyone think sand was a good idea?" she whispered to herself through tears as she rested the foot in question on top of the shoe.

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psyduck 7/10[break]
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combee 3/10[break][break]

Jello Creme[break][break]

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[Jello Creme]

Jello squinted at the person that came in but... didn't really say anything. They didn't OWN the beach per say, but they definitely weren't unsure of what to think of someone else coming around. They were bold enough to wear clothes like this, but not bold enough to confront many people in them. Think of the fights that'd break out... They watched the person struggle and tear up at the sand on their socks. "Bad day too, huh?" They spoke, making sure to protect the Bagon egg half buried in the sand from view as much as they could. "A little cold water soak in detergent will help draw the sand out of your clothes. Might take a bit though..."

-tag- olivier liesl von wilhelm -notes- 2/15 Bagon -team-

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