Snippet #2703942

"This is....so much better...." Victor murmured, plucking uncomfortably at his shirt. The night breeze blew a salt flavored chill over the three as the trio of thieves meandered down the boardwalk. Victor fought back a pained groan as his shirt rippled against a raging sunburn that covered the majority of his upper body thanks to the mandatory afternoon tanning Kylin had enforced. Even Ro-an had been panting visibly by the time Kylin's interest turned to the array of seafood restaurants in town. It was problematic the way they wordlessly allowed themselves to endure such obvious tests of obedience. He glanced at Kylin, now several shades more caramel than was usual but otherwise sporting his satisfied smile. His narrow eyes glinting in the decorative lighting that lined the shops and taverns. "Why did you have us come here again? As much as I love a...dreamy sun filled vacation....this isn't really my sort of element."

Victor's gaze followed a small gaggle of women dressed still in their bathing outfits with little more than light flowered shawls and skirts to protect them from the chill ocean breeze.

"We needed a holiday...a...refresh so to speak. Enjoy it. Even people like us need to enjoy the finer things in life every once in a while. I bet they make amazing drinks here. I'm in the mood for something tropical. What do you say, Ro? I know you like fish. I bet they have nice draft beers here too." Kylin's gaze flitted from shop front to tavern sign and he nudged Ro with his suggestion. It seemed they ran out of shops on the dock when Kylin brought them to an abrupt stop. "Perfect."

He would choose the most shifty looking shack on the beachway. Victor thought. He didn't complain, neither of them did but as they were about to walk in a very peculiar looking Avian walked out. It was as if a switch had been flipped in Kylin's mind, he shoved elbowed Ro-an roughly causing him to step outside of his path and bump into the man.

"Augh- sorry, my mistake." That scuffle of fur and wings was all Kylin needed to reach over relieve the man of his wallet and whatever interesting thing he kept in his outward pocket. He bounded lightly to the bar without missing a beat to leave Ro to utter his clumbsy apologies.

"Give me something tropical, and the biggest mug of something frothy for the tiger" Kylin beamed at the woman and slid Kaldon's own bills across the counter to her. He slipped the other strange object into his pocket out of view, he'd investigate it later after a few drinks. "What sort of fresh catches do you serve here?"