A shining mass of dark hair pushed its way up from the sea. Kokoa had arrived at the beach in the earlier hours of morning. She had this idea that if she started swimming when the water was still cool, it would only feel warmer as the day went on. When her head rose above the water, she saw few others on the beach yet. It was nearly eight am now, and Ichi was just arriving.<br/><br/>"Hey!" Kokoa called, waving an arm above her head. She started to swim to shore.<br/><br/>"You made it!" the girl smiled, dripping wet and shivering slightly in the light breeze.<br/><br/>"Don't sound so surprised," Ichi laughed, digging in his beach bag and thrusting several things into the girl's arms. "I never break promises."<br/><br/>"And you come prepared for everything," Kokoa voiced, looking down at the items she was now holding. A mirror, a towel, and some things in plastic tubes. "What's all this?" She looked down at the mirror and yelped. Her mascara was running down her face, and she looked like a psycho girl from a horror movie. She promptly grabbed the towel and rubbed the stuff off her face, then noticed that one of the tubes was labeled as water-proof mascara.<br/><br/>"I<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>come prepared for everything," he insisted, since she didn't sound serious about the ascertation. "And you<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>forget to switch to waterproof makeup when summer starts."<br/><br/>"I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>a scatterbrain," the girl murmured, kneeling in the sand to apply the makeup. She tossed the sunscreen back at him when she was done. "But I'm not ditsy enough to forget sunscreen." She said it with a certain satisfaction, as if somehow that simple deed of remembering sunscreen had been a grand victory.<br/><br/>"Well, good for you," Ichi laughed, unbuttoning his shirt so that he was only in his swim trunks. "Are you still up for some laps or did you tire yourself out already?"<br/><br/>"Bring it on," she grinned, racing him to the water.