[open] I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean

[ordinar]

Who: Wilhelm & pals
When: June onward
Where: Thorne, Nocwich
What: Catchall for hot boy summer
Warnings: Will update as needed



Closed and open starters to follow. :)

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[ordinar]

"Ooh, I'm so scared."

He wiggles his hands in a mockery of fear, his grin giving him away. With that, he positions himself like a runner, only not so low against the sand because it's hot as hell. He waits until Mat looks ready too.

"Okay, ready...set...go!"

Wilhelm guns toward the waves. The first stretch of the race is through the sun-baked sand, which shifts treacherously under his feet and slows his progress. Then comes a perimeter of pebbles and shells before the shore slopes down toward the water, and the sand turns dark and wet and firmer underfoot. Thanks to his daily training with Kyle, he's in better shape than he's ever been. He keeps pace with Mat for much of the distance. The finish will be close.

[a_better_man]

Mat laughs heartily and shakes himself out, getting nice and loose for the pelt down to the sea. He mimics Wilhelm's stance, giving him a nod.

The other fellow is indeed quite fast. They're practically side by side across the sand, and it's nice to have a challenge. He doesn't have to hold back any, and damn but it's nice to just run sometimes.

He isn't even sure which one of them actually hits the water first, but it doesn't matter. It's all for fun, and he's laughing again as the cold spray hits his ankles and the sand beneath his feet goes from damp to wet.

"A fine race!"