Kit drew his gaze away from the sea and looked up towards the stranger. He had a mess of dark tangled hair and eyes that reminded him of the murky, green areas of the deep. What did he want from him? The stranger’s mouth moved quickly, producing a sequence of noise Kit could not decipher. He sat there, legs crossed on the wet sand, watching him for several moments. He smelt particularly odd, and had a sarcastic face that made Kit very uncertain. “Kit,” he said then, patting his left hand on his chest. “Kit.” He stretched his legs forwards and giggled as they turned into the tail of a harbour seal’s. Then, as a wave pulled in and touched the rest of his skin, Kit disappeared with the waves.
His head popped out from the water. His hair was wet and clung over his face. Kit made his way to the shore again, where the stranger stood. Drops of water fell from his naked skin, every step he took felt like an added weight to his might. “Kit,” he said again, his lips stretching into a warm smile. Patting himself again, he gazed at the stranger and lightly tapped the tip of his fingers onto his chest. Once he pulled them away, small patches were made where he left him. “Kit,” he said once more, patting his chest, and then lightly tapping the stranger's one last time. Kit watched him with large, curious eyes.
A breeze came over him then, brushing his skin with goose bumps and nipping him with cold.
“Clothes,” Kit muttered through gritted teeth. “Clothes.”