[2:30 PM]em | enya + mallon:

Mallon’s glad they make it back to the beach first, pushing their wet hair out of their face as they climb out onto the sand. Their spinal fin rustles slightly and folds against their back the more it dries and they start to shake the sand out of their clothes, the patches of shell-like material dotting their skin beginning to fade as they change. The last thing to be replaced is their bandana, tied tightly in place to hold back their lure. @Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline

[2:33 PM]Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline:

Hannah launched herself back on to shore, transforming back in midair and landing roughly on the gravel. She grunted and crawled over to her towels and heat packs she had brought, wasting no time in activating them and shoving them inside of her towel as she shivered.

"Th-th-that was pretty f-f-fun!" She said as her teeth clattered. Her hair was frozen in to an awful mess and her skin was gaining a deathly pale tone. @em | enya + mallon

[2:38 PM]em | enya + mallon:

“It was,” Mallon agrees with a grin, wiping leftover blood from their mouth with the back of their sleeve. “I would not mind doing it again.” They don’t seem outwardly cold, but without the shell patches covering them anymore they do look noticeably paler as well. “But perhaps we should. Go inside however. It is getting later.” @Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline

[2:39 PM]Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline:

"Y-yeah I- uwwuhhhh-" Hannah shook herself as she stood up and gathered the rest of her clothes she had left out. "I-I need to take a w-warm shower.." @em | enya + mallon

[2:55 PM]em | enya + mallon:

Mallon offers a wave out towards where they assume Bonaparte is, unsure if the shark can see them but it’s the thought that counts. They try and shake some of the ice out of their hair, to no avail, and tuck their hands in their pockets instead. “That sounds like a plan. I will see you another time then.” @Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline

[2:56 PM]Mads|Roque🩸+Hannah🦈+Madeline:

"Yeah- n-next time! Bye!" Hannah quickly ran off, desperate to get out of the cold as it bit at her skin. @em | enya + mallon