Busy nights on the boardwalk are always the best. They make the lines for rides too long, sure, and clog up the arcade like crazy, but they’re never boring. Hundreds of people to watch, conversations to listen in on, events to drop into being run for the tourist rush.
Hundreds of heartbeats, all pounding in his ears.
They may be the best, but they were also tiring.
Especially when he’s not hunting– it’s too early for that, anyways.
After too long wandering the boardwalk, and too long spent waiting for the same thrill rides he’d ridden hundreds of times, the thrum of human life turns from a warm blanket settled over him to smothering and inescapable. Too many smells, sounds, lights. Every step he takes seems to scrape his bones like a boardwalk attraction overdue on maintenance, sea air rusting its joints.
There’s only one place worth going if he wants to decompress.
Seth wanders down to the docks, taking a deep breath full of familiar salt. The gentle roll of the water helps to unwind muscles that he didn’t even realise were tensed.
Swinging himself over the side, he hung upside down, legs and hands hooking him to the wood in a humanly possible manner. Not quite how he sleeps, just enough to get his head closer to the water.
Not just the water catches his eye, though. He tilts his head towards the quiet tapping of a pen, noticing a girl with a sketchbook. Her drawings of the sea are good– really good.
Shit, spying’s really rude. He’d probably bite someone if he caught them looking at his drawings. But he didn’t mean to… Surely that counts for something, right?
He hauls himself up, and, despite his musings on his own potential reaction if he was in her shoes, meanders down to where she is settled. He raises his hand a bit, in a hesitant greeting, with a lopsided smile as he approaches.
“Heya… Um… D’ya mind if I ask what you’re drawin’?”
