<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Accepting.<br/><hr/>And that was, as they say, that. Miles smiled and nodded at her; he'd said his peace, given her the opportunity. It was there for her and he didn't feel the need to press it any further then that. “Curiosity. Excitement. The same reasons I do anything I do.” He replied but waved one of his hands out of the water to dismiss the whole thing.<br/><br/>“Who was pretending all was right in the world?” He questioned, moving right along. “Things aren't all right? When did that happen?” He scoffed and plunged himself back beneath the water. He flipped forward and raised his legs up out of the water so that she had a nice view of his ass while he bobbed, only to sink down and pop back out a couple of feet away, working to catch his breath.<br/><br/>“Heard that the concert was good, you're the luckiest girl in the world you know.” He assured her, though it was clearly a set up for self ego stroking, “What with having a guy like me around. Long day at work? Bam! Suddenly a secluded beach get away on the other-side of the world... And I'll have you home in time for dinner with your sister. What would you even do without me?” He grinned and smacked the water to send a splash her way.<br/><br/>“We have done a lot of bad too, huh?” He questioned, flopping onto his back to float. There was no way she'd miss it this time – though it wasn't really his intention, he'd just absent mindedly forgotten that he wasn't wearing anything. On his back, face turned to the beautiful sky, sun pounding down on his face... and his delightfully full package bobbing just around the waters surface while he paddled in little circles with quick flicks of his wrist. “We should do more bad. Like...” He didn't really know. Miles had turned to theft to be his escape from boredom. Figuring out bigger, grander things wasn't his strong suit. He counted on other people for that kind of thing. Dara was perhaps his favorite in that regard, she really did have a beautiful mind for mischief and randomness.<br/><br/>“I don't know but something. It can wait until after this though. This is actually one of my favorite places... You can imagine how hard that is for someone like me. Picking one place.” He laughed, quietly. “I'm... hungry.”<br/><br/>He barely had time to finish that thought before his body vanished from the water. A solid five minutes passed before he popped back up on the beach. He was holding a picnic basket in one hand, and a large sheet in the other – but he still hadn't managed to cover himself, because there he was only partly obscured by the sheet as it blew around in the light breeze rolling over the island.<br/><br/>“Lunch time,” He called to her and dropped the basket into the sand. He turned with the sheet in both hands and let the wind spread it for him before placing it on the ground and then laying out on his side. He was laid out like a French girl when she approached, hiding absolutely nothing from her. He reached into the basket, “Let's see what we've got here...” Out he tugged a bowl of fruit and set it in the center, followed by some nice sandwiches that had been individually wrapped – lettuce, tomato, bacon, turkey, mustard and mayo on a nice rye. They looked professionally made. “Oooh those look good.”<br/><br/>Clearly somewhere in the world someone was missing their lunch...