[Beer in one hand and a chair from the kitchen in the other, Tate drags it out onto the balcony and slips through the doorway to plant said chair outside. He figures Derek's the one who's going to sit in it so he drops down in front of it, crossing his legs and setting his beer down. The sound and smell of the beach sings to him and Tate looks a little less tense, eyes gravitating outward and getting distracted by the view.]
I love the way the waves come in on days like this.
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[Beer in one hand and a chair from the kitchen in the other, Tate drags it out onto the balcony and slips through the doorway to plant said chair outside. He figures Derek's the one who's going to sit in it so he drops down in front of it, crossing his legs and setting his beer down. The sound and smell of the beach sings to him and Tate looks a little less tense, eyes gravitating outward and getting distracted by the view.]
I love the way the waves come in on days like this.