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HELL YEAH ICE CREAM!" Vinnie shouts without a single regard in avoiding the "five-year-old" accusations. Unlike his brother, the young mullet-haired boy is all toothy smiles and has been from the start. Wendy's poor car windows are smudged with his nose, cheek, and hand prints from the long hour of waiting for the scenery to shift into the brightly lit golden sands and enticingly playful ocean waters. He could barely contain his excitement when they came to a stop, his eyes never leaving the distant tides.
One day, imma surf in that he thinks determinedly, squinting against the sparkle of reflected sunlight. He'd have to be patient though, considering becoming freshly orphaned ate up a lot of their financial stability. As much as he longed to beg and whine Wendy for surfing lessons, it probably wasn't in the budget.
And the last thing Vinnie wanted was to cry like his dad did. He shivered at the memory.
But that's what made Wendy's efforts today all the more special! Taking the time out of her busy schedule to round them all up for a beach day - she was pretty much the coolest cousin in like, the whole world! The least Vinnie could do was make sure she knew how grateful he, at least, was. "
DON'T FORGET YOUR SUNSCREEN, BY THE WAY!" rummaging through the bags he'd packed for the occasion, Vinnie pulls out a specific bottle of sunblock before barking for his cousin's attention with his typical too-loud outdoor voice. Once he has her eyes, he'll
aim to toss her the sun-block before resuming his management of the bags.
He packed all the essentials!
Snacks, more sunscreen (in case the other one ran out), extra sunglasses ( in case someone needed some ), a guide on tsunami's and what to watch out for (also just in case), toys to play with in the sand (in case Junior decided to drop the wet blanket and join in on the fun!), towels, goggles, extra sandals, an inflatable beach ball, water bottles, etc. etc. etc. He hikes the bag onto his shoulder, the weight unbalancing him for a moment before he remedies the weight disparity by grabbing foldable lawn chairs in his other arm. He'd made sure to help plan this whole day to perfect, with as many options for activities and rest spots as he could think of!
Grinning in triumph despite his shoulders already screaming with the strain, Vinnie promptly lowers himself into a runner's crouch. His assisting wasn't about to end at bellhop duties! "
ILL GO GRAB US THE BEST SPOT!" he announces, loud and proud, before promptly taking off!
Have you ever seen a basilisk lizard "run" on water? Legs windmilling on either side as they run as quickly as they can to skim the water's surface lest they sink beneath. Vinnie looked a little like that - long legs exaggeratedly taking huge, circular strides as he avoided to the best of his ability sloughing through the worst of the sand's drag.
He ended up failing. Foot catching and sending him- and all his heavy armful of items - to the ground in a spray of crushed seashell grains.
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"SPEECH"
GENERAL:
☁ Viperpaw
☁ DFAB— He/Him
☁ 7 moons
☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
COMBAT:
☁Physically easy | mentally medium
☁Attack in bold white
☁ None currently