>>5365802“Mhm, we weren’t old enough for trips like these, and when we were…” Mirjam gets sad that they lost contact.
“This doesn’t have to be the last one. Make it the first of many.” Matilda wants them to stay together.
“You’re acting like this is over.” You put a stop to this melancholic moment. “Did we forget to do something special here at the beach? I don’t come often.”
“Like swimming? We didn’t swim.” Oliver wanted to take a dive.
“Kinda late for that. I don’t wanna freeze.” Grace is happy staying on the sand.
“…We did get our feet wet.” Wilma’s feet are plastered in sand.
“I’m gonna do that.” You didn’t partake in that before because you went shopping. “Anyone want to join me?”
“How’s that any fun?” Chio is a party pooper.
“I don’t know. We can find out together.” You open the window for the opportunity. Nobody is interested in joining.
“…I’ll go.” Wilma doesn’t mind. She seems to like the ocean.
“Sure, I’ll join as well, it’s rather sad if it’s only you two. And, I didn’t go inside the ocean either.” Chio stands up. “Just make it quick.”
“The water is super cold, you sure you want to, Fry Fish?” Cookie raises a brow.
“Do you have a better proposition for our time?” Chio is unamused.
“I don’t know… how about a picture?” Cookie murmurs the last bit, kinda ashamed. “I know it’s lame…”
“Sounds lovely!” Wilma loves the idea.
“Oh! A memento of our trip! I like the idea!” Oliver is all on board.
“A m-memento? Sounds like we’re going to die soon.” Grace didn’t like that.
“Relax, I don’t see any spaceships around to take you away.” Cookie smirks.
“<span class="mu-i">I hate youuu…</span>” Grace cowers in fear.
