[the weasel squeaks, curling up on polaris's head and closing his eyes.

who knows, maybe lup will warm up over time. it's not like she's actively dying/being homesick now! this fire/ice dynamic, wowie]

Oh! It's - you know the ocean? It's a whole lifestyle. You wake up at five in the morning when the waves are choice or whatever and then you ride like, one wave, and then spend the rest of the day sitting on your board dispensing sweet wisdom, dude.

[...] You know, a surfer.