His eyes travel up and down Joshua's body but he says nothing, simple giving a single sharp nod as if approving of something unspoken.
"Because," he says, tugging the necktie from around himself with a casual flourish, tucking it into the pocket of his coat before removing the coat entirely, "I want to go for a swim." The inclusion of Joshua is not explicit, but clearly expected. Welcome, even.
He turns and heads the short distance down to the sands, tossing pieces of his clothing off behind him with careless ease, allowing the winds to capture them in wild patterns, strewn all across the rocks and dunes. He's completely naked and brazen by the time his toes touch the waterline and he looks back at the painter with just a glimmer of curiosity, wondering what he'd do.
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"Because," he says, tugging the necktie from around himself with a casual flourish, tucking it into the pocket of his coat before removing the coat entirely, "I want to go for a swim." The inclusion of Joshua is not explicit, but clearly expected. Welcome, even.
He turns and heads the short distance down to the sands, tossing pieces of his clothing off behind him with careless ease, allowing the winds to capture them in wild patterns, strewn all across the rocks and dunes. He's completely naked and brazen by the time his toes touch the waterline and he looks back at the painter with just a glimmer of curiosity, wondering what he'd do.