02-05-2020, 05:05 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"] mitchell , like adonis , wasn't much of a fan of the beach.
the sand is what made it unbearable, he's unable to stand the texture. texture for mitchell was something far more than just annoyance , but rather a trigger. something quite similar to how he felt when around too many people. it induced his senses , prompted palm digging. he couldn't explain it , as if he ever had to until vince started to suggest they'd go. to no surprise , like many other things his son opposed to , he liked the beach. it's not as if mitchell forbid him to go; as long as if he was with someone else , it was fine to him. however , vince insisted they'd go for "bonding." almost as if they couldn't bond anywhere else. despite mitchell's refusal, vince persisted. until finally . . . okay. he made sure to properly adorn himself in clothing where nothing could get in. a sweatshirt , sweatpants , long socks , and worn sneakers that contrasted vince's swimming trunks and shirtless frame. what might be inappropriate attire for some , was definitely perfect and secure for him.
as soon as they arrive , vince wastes not an inch of a second to shed his bag and dash to the waves. damn, a sight it was; ripped from a national geographic catalog and despite his distaste for the beach, he had an relinquished adoration for the ocean. he seldom knew it , not very well , nor did have much intention of doing so. he knew lots of life harbored it , 85% of earth's vegetation being found in the ocean , but he wasn't a fish nor much of a strong swimmer. he was okay with just looking , like he did much of his life , in the sidelines. although his son's readiness made him nervous , he had to be willing to put his trust into his son. it's something they lacked in personably , but baby steps , right ? he knew this is what wendy would have done.
mitchell stands , watching vince toss the ocean water at nothing in particular , when he hears voices not too far off. amadeus and alexa — alexis? — something of the sorts , talking not too far off. "... how can you bare with this sand ? it gets everywhere ?" is all he hears. he was delighted someone understood the atrocity of having that feeling on his skin , but he doesn't speak , instead continuing to observe from afar.
the sand is what made it unbearable, he's unable to stand the texture. texture for mitchell was something far more than just annoyance , but rather a trigger. something quite similar to how he felt when around too many people. it induced his senses , prompted palm digging. he couldn't explain it , as if he ever had to until vince started to suggest they'd go. to no surprise , like many other things his son opposed to , he liked the beach. it's not as if mitchell forbid him to go; as long as if he was with someone else , it was fine to him. however , vince insisted they'd go for "bonding." almost as if they couldn't bond anywhere else. despite mitchell's refusal, vince persisted. until finally . . . okay. he made sure to properly adorn himself in clothing where nothing could get in. a sweatshirt , sweatpants , long socks , and worn sneakers that contrasted vince's swimming trunks and shirtless frame. what might be inappropriate attire for some , was definitely perfect and secure for him.
as soon as they arrive , vince wastes not an inch of a second to shed his bag and dash to the waves. damn, a sight it was; ripped from a national geographic catalog and despite his distaste for the beach, he had an relinquished adoration for the ocean. he seldom knew it , not very well , nor did have much intention of doing so. he knew lots of life harbored it , 85% of earth's vegetation being found in the ocean , but he wasn't a fish nor much of a strong swimmer. he was okay with just looking , like he did much of his life , in the sidelines. although his son's readiness made him nervous , he had to be willing to put his trust into his son. it's something they lacked in personably , but baby steps , right ? he knew this is what wendy would have done.
mitchell stands , watching vince toss the ocean water at nothing in particular , when he hears voices not too far off. amadeus and alexa — alexis? — something of the sorts , talking not too far off. "... how can you bare with this sand ? it gets everywhere ?" is all he hears. he was delighted someone understood the atrocity of having that feeling on his skin , but he doesn't speak , instead continuing to observe from afar.