[ A gaggle of potential newcomers showing up is a thought that's been on Shinichi's mind as it is β remembering how he'd found himself choking and confused in a grain silo, ready to head out that way to help others at the first mention of new Chosen arriving here.
But instead, there's talk drifting through of newcomers literally washing up on the shore, and Shinichi doesn't hesitate to head out that way. From there, he does find himself assisting various Chosen, helping them gather their bearings and find dry clothes if needed, or something to eat. By the time the afternoon's rolled in, he's been out here for quite a while.... but he doesn't head back yet. The festival's just kicked off, and while usually he'd shy away from such activities, it might be nice to unwind from the day....
He finds himself poking around, watching the boat racing from the safety of the shoreline and playing some games at booths. The seashell hunt also calls to him; he enjoys things like that, quietly wandering across the shoreline to crouch down and pick up shells as he finds them, tucking them neatly into a little wooden bucket. (It also gives Migi an opportunity to get his hand on some new things to examine.... and occasionally the alien slides a shell into Shinichi's pocket to keep for himself, or another item of interest he discovers on the beach. He seems to be having a good time....)
When the voice comes, the boy's looking up, startled out of his own thoughts and blinking widely at a girl who's probably around his age. To any observer, Shinichi probably seems like a counter to her: reserved and extremely shy, but even the way he's dressed..... His "beach look" just means that he's rolled the sleeves of his button-down shirt up to his elbows... and slid off his sweatervest to escape some excess heat. He's also wearing a pair of jeans, the ends of them rolled up so that he can step barefoot across the wet shoreline.
He turns to the girl, offering a shy but friendly smile as he holds up the bucket in his hand to show her the little arrangement of shells he's found so far. There's a soft, almost self-deprecatory laugh as he realisesβ ]
Ah...! It looks like I've mostly picked up the little common brown ones.... [ You know, the super plain ones you can find anywhere... Shinichi is a simple boy... ] Have you found anything cool?
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But instead, there's talk drifting through of newcomers literally washing up on the shore, and Shinichi doesn't hesitate to head out that way. From there, he does find himself assisting various Chosen, helping them gather their bearings and find dry clothes if needed, or something to eat. By the time the afternoon's rolled in, he's been out here for quite a while.... but he doesn't head back yet. The festival's just kicked off, and while usually he'd shy away from such activities, it might be nice to unwind from the day....
He finds himself poking around, watching the boat racing from the safety of the shoreline and playing some games at booths. The seashell hunt also calls to him; he enjoys things like that, quietly wandering across the shoreline to crouch down and pick up shells as he finds them, tucking them neatly into a little wooden bucket. (It also gives Migi an opportunity to get his hand on some new things to examine.... and occasionally the alien slides a shell into Shinichi's pocket to keep for himself, or another item of interest he discovers on the beach. He seems to be having a good time....)
When the voice comes, the boy's looking up, startled out of his own thoughts and blinking widely at a girl who's probably around his age. To any observer, Shinichi probably seems like a counter to her: reserved and extremely shy, but even the way he's dressed..... His "beach look" just means that he's rolled the sleeves of his button-down shirt up to his elbows... and slid off his sweatervest to escape some excess heat. He's also wearing a pair of jeans, the ends of them rolled up so that he can step barefoot across the wet shoreline.
He turns to the girl, offering a shy but friendly smile as he holds up the bucket in his hand to show her the little arrangement of shells he's found so far. There's a soft, almost self-deprecatory laugh as he realisesβ ]
Ah...! It looks like I've mostly picked up the little common brown ones.... [ You know, the super plain ones you can find anywhere... Shinichi is a simple boy... ] Have you found anything cool?