[ alex has an aversion to the beach under normal circumstances — sand gets everywhere, he burns like a lobster — here, whatever passes for the beach is cooler in comparison. unsettling, but cooler. if he's going to go outside, he might as well be here.
he's deep in his own thoughts (mostly variations on "where the fuck am i" with breaks to wonder what's past all the fog) until he hears another person. an attractive person, in a hot professor kind of way. can't ignore that.
clad in black and with a light accent that says "new england", he asks ]
Why'd you think you were gonna die at sea? You a sailor or something?
a blood red sea
he's deep in his own thoughts (mostly variations on "where the fuck am i" with breaks to wonder what's past all the fog) until he hears another person. an attractive person, in a hot professor kind of way. can't ignore that.
clad in black and with a light accent that says "new england", he asks ]
Why'd you think you were gonna die at sea? You a sailor or something?