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Salt air, sand, and stunned stares. These little outings were always a treat.
\tSiege glanced over to her muscled black shoulder, scanning for her black and white furred friend. It was hardly even a task; Danielle Forthrite was nearly as tall as she was, and close to twice the height of the crowd that was gawping at the pair. Danielle was busy getting ice cream from a vendor bemused by the line forming behind her ample rump. The pair were regulars at the annual boardwalk faire, and most of the vendors knew them. They'd won more than their fair share of wet t-shirt contests, along with various games of strength and skill, enough to be known to the locals. They weren't allowed to WIN things much anymore, but most of the carnies were happy to have them around for the substantial crowds they drew
\t"Hey, Siege, you've got quite the crowd of gawkers behind you~!" The ample pandanuki handed over the piled-high confection, the vendor set upon by the impressed crowd. A monstrous banana split, its splendor drew eyes as effectively as the pair.
\t"Speak for yourself! Come on, let's hit the beach while the sand is warm" The colossal snack is shared between the pair as they walk the boardwalk down towards the water. "Don't look now, but we've got an admirer after us. Let's put on a show, shall we?"