[ Maybe that hit knocked a few screws loose, because Henry hasn't left the water yet. It's not that bad, really, and he's still hanging out in the waves when he sees a girl walk up on the beach, and he waves to her enthusiastically. ]
[ This is a very poor idea, but Calypso has never really been one for self-restraint when it comes to company. So she unknots the sarong and unwinds the fabric until she's in a modern (for him) bathing suit. With a gaze cast over her shoulder to her alcove, she sighs and hurries into the water. ]
What's your name? [ She calls when the water reaches her knees. ]
[ As soon as she comes closer, he's struck by how beautiful she is - and that's really the only word to describe her. But Henry's not one to freak out just because there's a pretty girl around, so he just smiles and chills in the water. ]
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Hey! Come on in, the water's fine!
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[ This is a very poor idea, but Calypso has never really been one for self-restraint when it comes to company. So she unknots the sarong and unwinds the fabric until she's in a modern (for him) bathing suit. With a gaze cast over her shoulder to her alcove, she sighs and hurries into the water. ]
What's your name? [ She calls when the water reaches her knees. ]
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It's Henry.