Xavier got up and out of the water, shaking the water from his hair. An unruly thing he usually wouldn't find himself doing. Xavier had been raised in a proper family. And as a medical student, you wouldnt exactly expect to find him at a place like this, anyways. But hey. Sometimes he did this stuff in defiance to his really pissy father.<br/>"Ah, 'ello there," he said in a slight British accent. He stretched his arms, and took off his shirt to dry himself with a towel. He bundled his shirt in the towel and put it next to his fedora, which laid upon the sandy ground gently.<br/>"How goes your day?" he asked Andol, running a hand through his hair to maybe straighten it.