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Convincing Shondo to go outside with you. She doesn’t actually agree. You have to physically carry her out of the condo slung over your shoulder. The boomer grilling out on his patio next door gives you a sly smirk and knowing nod as you walk past. Young love, he thinks.
Shondo pounds on her back with her frail little lady hands with all her might. Put me dowwwnnnnnn!!! Staaaaahhhp!!!!!! Whack whack whack whack whack. You’re unphased. It feels like a massage.
Babe what’s the point of going on a trip and paying for the condo if you’re gonna sit on the couch and play Blue Archive? You can still sit on your ass and play Blue Archive, but you’re gonna do it at the beach.
The place you booked backs right up to the water on a private section of the beach. You’ve even got your own personal umbrella with his and hers lawn chairs. Your names stitched into the fabric. They didn’t specify, but you assume you’re meant to take them home as a souvenir. You plop her down on her throne and drag it to the water’s edge so the waves can lap at her pale bare feet.