[SFW] Hanging out with Sugarcoat


                                            This greentext was written in a collab with SSA.

                                            This is the thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37222739/

                                            And this is his take: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/499099/coated-in-sand-and-sugar

                                            Thanks again for the help


                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >After many days of slavewage jobs, you are finally allowed to get some time off.

                                            >People would use it to chat online, or play vidya, or check that new crappy movie everybody will hate during the week.

                                            >Even getting drunk or high counts, but you did something different (or as different it can be in summer).

                                            >You grabbed a towel, some sodas, put on sun lotion, your old durable backpack, and went all the way to the beach.

                                            >You find a nice spot to rest. Next to a sitting bench, but you don't mind.

                                            >You put your stuff inside your pack, and relax under the sun.

                                            >Being finally free is liberating.

                                            >Too liberating. In fact, you were so chill, you took a nap.

                                            >Not even dreams. Just that sweet feeling of resting with your brain working on "basics only".

                                            -----

                                            >"Hey."

                                            "..."

                                            >"Hey, wake up."

                                            ".... Eh?"

                                            >"Who are you, and why are you lying on grass?"

                                            "Huh?"

                                            >"If you aren't drunk or homeless, you better stand up."

                                            >You remove the soggy crumbs around your eyes and look up.

                                            >It's a girl, sitting on the bench next to you. She looks a bit annoyed.

                                            "Can I help you?"

                                            >"Yes you can: leave this place."

                                            "Eh? Who do you think you are? I'm just resting here, I'm not bothering anybody."

                                            >"You are bothering me. Why are you resting next to a bench anyway?"

                                            "I don't want sand in my shoes, and the tree gives good shade. I can rest here."

                                            >"You are supposed to do that on the beach, not in the public road."

                                            "The walk down is grass. It's public soil, so I can sit or rest here too."

                                            >"Resting next to a public bench? You probably want to peek skirts, pervert."

                                            >You change position from laying on your back to sitting.

                                            "Miss, you are wearing a two piece. Technically, I am already seeing your tits and ass, I don't need to peek anything."

                                            >This answer shocked her. Looks like she is the kind of person who never gets back talk.

                                            >She reacts by covering her chest with haste.

                                            >"Y-you are a pervert!"

                                            "Whatever you say."

                                            >You get your pack, and take out a soda.

                                            >While drinking, you notice she is still covering herself, her face red as a tomato.

                                            >You pull out another soda.

                                            "Here. Sorry I offended you. I was sleeping and I woke up grumpy."

                                            >She looks at the can, then at you, then at the can again.

                                            >You shake it a bit.

                                            "C'mon, take it before I regret being nice."

                                            >She looks at you with distrust, but takes the soda.

                                            "There we go. See? I'm not a bad person."

                                            >"A can of artificial drink doesn't categorize you as a "good person" just instantly."

                                            "At least it's the first step. I'm Anonymous."

                                            >"Sugarcoat."

                                            >Huh, ironic.


                                            >Both drink quietly, neither of you having anything to say.

                                            >Well, except complaining that she rudely woke you up.

                                            >You check your watch. Just a 30 minute nap.

                                            >Well, it's better this way. Some punks would have robbed you just because they're assholes. You hadn't even brought your wallet.

                                            >No sir, your cash is in your trusty right sock.

                                            "So... what brings you to the beach?"

                                            >"Idle chat just shows you have nothing to say."

                                            "I'm trying to start a conversation."

                                            >"It would be better if you don't."

                                            "Listen, 'sugar', you woke me up, I think I'm owed a little kindness after you ruined my nap. An apology at least."

                                            >"I don't have anything to apologize for. If anybody should apologize, it should be you. If I hadn't woken you up everyone would have thought you were a bum."

                                            "Doubt it."

                                            >"You're still a creepy weirdo, but at least it's better than a creepy pervert."

                                            "Like I said, two piece."

                                            >"Pervert."

                                            "Rude."

                                            >"Creepy."

                                            "Sour."

                                            >"Loser."

                                            "Cute."

                                            >That one must have caught her by surprise.

                                            >"W-w-w-w-what?"

                                            You laugh. "What? Never heard a compliment? Wouldn't surprise me. You need to be more polite."

                                            >Sugarcoat huffs.

                                            >"Creepy pervert."

                                            >You finish your soda.

                                            "Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I need to find somewhere else to sleep. Thanks for sharing."

                                            >Sugarcoat's wall of indifference seems to crumble for a second, but her confidence quickly returns.

                                            >"Oh, it looks like —in the end— you got me to talk. Weirding people out it's not a good way to make them open up to you, you know."

                                            "It worked with you, didn't it?"

                                            >She looks a bit offended, but you can tell it's a front. You learned to read that shit at your work. Karens give plenty of experience in how to detect bullshit.

                                            >"You are a weirdo, a creep, and, above all else, a pervert."

                                            >You look her in the eyes.

                                            "And you are a silver-tongued snake who doesn't know when to shut up, but it's cute in an abrasive sort of way."

                                            >She's struck dumb. Time for the final blow.

                                            "You don't "sugarcoat" things, do you?" You grin at the pun.

                                            >She's defeated, a look of shock on her face.

                                            >You take your back pack, and prepare to move out.

                                            >"Wait!"

                                            >Huh?

                                            >"You... you own me an apology!"

                                            "What? No, I don't."

                                            >That was a mistake, this one has the pride of a lion.

                                            >"Yes you do! You were checking me out, probably planned all this, you creep! I want an apology!"

                                            "I not apologizing for taking a nap on the grass. It was fun teasing you, but now I'm out. Enjoy your day."

                                            >"If you do, I'll scream."

                                            "You wouldn't."

                                            >"FIRE! FIRE!"

                                            >Damn, she's got some lungs on her!

                                            >Some beach goers start to come close, so you quickly mime stomping out a fire.

                                            "Hey guys, calm down, fire out, day is saved."

                                            >The people that were coming closer go away, and you turn to the girl.

                                            "I'm not apologizing, you little shit."

                                            >"Then I'll follow you until you do."

                                            "Fine, be that way."

                                            >And so you march off, the girl following behind.


                                            >You walk up and down the grass between the street and the beach, looking for a place to sleep.

                                            >Close by, little miss blunt follows you behind like a lost puppy.

                                            "I don't mind you following me, but I'm telling you right now, I won't apologize."

                                            >"By the end of the day, you will. And it better be a sincere one."

                                            "You wish, I have nothing to be sorry for."

                                            >"Not only a creepy pervert, but a rude as well."

                                            "Blow me."

                                            >"You won't get any action if you make me angry."

                                            "And if I make you happy?"

                                            >"I wouldn't put it in my mouth, it's probably dirty."

                                            "For the record, I'm quite hygienic, I just like to dress like this."

                                            >"Like a beach bum."

                                            "It's my day off, these are my day off clothes."

                                            >"It notices."

                                            >After a while, you found it: the perfect spot.

                                            >It's a small, elevated section where you have a nice view of the beach.

                                            >A group of trees shade the small patch like a natural roof.

                                            >Perfect.

                                            "Aw yeah, I'm staying here!"

                                            >"Good place."

                                            "Finally, something we can agree on."

                                            >You open your back pack, and grab the big towel.

                                            "Well, if you don't mind, I'll-"

                                            >She is sitting on the patch of soil.

                                            "HEY! Get off of there!"

                                            >"I'm afraid not. There are only rocks everywhere. Besides, you have a towel: use that as a makeshift mattress."

                                            "No way. That spot is the only place with good shade."

                                            >"I'm afraid you will have to endure the sun, unless you want to apologize."

                                            >Fuck you bitch, I ain't kneeling.

                                            >You see the trees, and grab a few long branches.

                                            >Next move, you take off your t-shirt, and make a very provisional mini-roof.

                                            >Sugarcoat is a bit flustered.

                                            "What? Never seen a man without a shirt?"

                                            >"I knew you were a pervert."

                                            "Moving the goalpost doesn't answer the question."

                                            >"... Not so close to me."

                                            "Really? Not even at school?"

                                            >"I go to Crystal Preparatory, I'm not like those educated at Canterlot High."

                                            >Oh, a fancy one. Explains the attitude.

                                            "Well excuuuuuuuuuse me, princess, but this knight is on his day off, and he will act as he pleases."

                                            >"More like the court's jester. I've seen better knights with better bodies."

                                            >You point at the beach.

                                            "Find me one, and I'll accept the title."

                                            >She tries to look some boys, but no luck. They are far away.

                                            >She stands up, and finds a few.

                                            >"There!"

                                            >She turns around.

                                            >"Those guys ar-"

                                            >You are sleeping on the soft spot, flipping her the bird.

                                            >"Anonymous, you asshole!"

                                            >A loud snore is your answer.


                                            >You are the sugariest coat.

                                            >This jackass took the only comfortable spot on this hillock.

                                            >You could ruin his nap by screaming, but it wouldn't actually change anything. You're a bit far from the beach, so not many people would hear, and those who do would probably ignore it.

                                            >You sit on one of the rocks.

                                            >The idiot took the towel. Could have used it to cushion the rock.

                                            >Why are you even staying with him? He's just been annoying you, teasing you left and right.

                                            >The memory of your first conversation deepens your anger.

                                            >Who does he think he is? Teasing and insulting you. You can't let this stand.

                                            >You aren't passive when it comes to Principal Cinch about your academics, nor with Sour and Sunny's passive-aggressive comments, and you're not going to let a stranger get on your nerves either!

                                            >You look at Anonymous again.

                                            >He is snoring, loudly.

                                            >He used his right arm as a pillow, his left arm is on his torso, still flipping you off.

                                            >You start to sweat. The afternoon is just starting, the sun is high and hot.

                                            >You take the small cover anon made out of his shirt, you aren't using this.

                                            >A bead of sweat travels down your neck.

                                            >Gross.

                                            >Wait! You have an idea.

                                            >So, Anonymous, you do want to rest, huh?

                                            >You wipe the sweat form your body with your hand and shake it off onto him, right in his face.

                                            >"Agh! What was that?!"

                                            "Just a little sweat. It's too hot today."

                                            >"Gross..."

                                            "I though a creepy pervert like you would like something like this."

                                            >"Fuck you, I ain't a simp. Agh, apologize!"

                                            "You first."

                                            >He doesn't answer, instead he just flips you off one more time, and goes back to sleep.

                                            >Minutes pass, not much to do other than just watching people on the beach, and enjoy the casual breeze.

                                            >A bit of sand in the wind, though.

                                            >Gritty.

                                            >Another idea springs to mind.

                                            >You pull Anon's shirt out of the little tent he made and start polishing your glasses.

                                            >You carefully aim the refracted light into Anon's eyes

                                            >He is obviously annoyed by this.

                                            >"The fuck are you doing now?"

                                            "My glasses are dirty. I have to clean them. Well, point them somewhere else. The light is bothering me. This is the only spot where I can clean them comfortably. This may take a while."

                                            >You keep moving the glasses, the light passing back and forth over his closed eyelids.

                                            >He moves his head, trying to avoid the light. Then he rolls to the left, off his towel.

                                            >You quickly grab it.

                                            >"Hey, give me that."

                                            "You have your patch of dirt, I only have rocks. I need this more than you."

                                            >He growls but doesn't try to snatch the cloth back. Instead he lays back on the soft dirt, grumbling.

                                            >The towel, folded several times, makes an adequate cushion.

                                            >More time passes, and your stomach starts to growl.

                                            "Hmmm... where are they?"

                                            >"Who?"

                                            "My friends. We were supposed to meet on the beach, but I haven't seen them."

                                            >"Looks like you have plans then. You should get to them."


                                            >As much as it hurts you admit defeat, he is right. You should go look for the girls.

                                            >You grab your beach bag, and search for your phone.

                                            >Looks like you forgot to turn the volume on, there's a notification on the screen.

                                            >The girls had unexpected business to attend to, so you came here for nothing.

                                            >A~nd, you forgot your wallet.

                                            >"Why do you look surprised?"

                                            "Ehhh... none of your business."

                                            >"Hey, you're the one that keeps hanging around me, so you should at least have the courtesy to tell me what you're doing."

                                            "... My friends aren't coming and I forgot my wallet."

                                            >"How did you get here then?"

                                            >You show him your bus pass in one of the pockets.

                                            "I keep my stuff in separate pockets, that way if I lose one thing I don't lose everything."

                                            >His stomach rumbles. "Well, looks like this is goodbye, thanks for being an annoying pebble in my shoe, Sugarcoat."

                                            "Hey! At least buy me lunch!"

                                            >"Woawoa! Not a chance! You've been nothing but annoying. You wouldn't even let me sleep in peace!"

                                            "And you were rude and insulting. If you aren't going to apologize, you should make at least a peace offering."

                                            "Not happening."

                                            >Well, he asked for this!

                                            >You start to tear up. He notices your watery expression.

                                            >"Ehh... what are-"

                                            "How? How can a man like you be so evil?"

                                            >You cover your face, and start sobbing.

                                            "It's this what you want? Making me feel miserable, starving me to death?"

                                            >"Nononono! I-I-I-!"

                                            "I'm sorry Anonymous. It's that what you wanted to hear? I'm sorry!"

                                            >You produce a full three act play right there in front of him. He just looks around, hoping nobody sees this.

                                            "Buah!!!"

                                            >"No, please don't cry!"

                                            "Bawl!!!"

                                            >"Please stop!"

                                            "Buaaaahhhh!!!!"

                                            >"Fine! I'll buy you lunch, just please, stop!"

                                            >Curtain call. That's the difference between you and Sour Sweet, your act is just that, an act.

                                            >She would've done this, but kept going even after she got what she wanted.

                                            "Good, I am simply famished. Let's look for a restaurant."

                                            >Without waiting for an answer, you walk away, leaving him behind.

                                            >"Wha...? Bu.... Argh! You bitch!"

                                            "Bite me, loser."

                                            >He trails behind you, defeated.


                                            >The pair of you stand in front of a food truck.

                                            "I expected something more... substantial."

                                            >"Well, it's the best I can afford. I wasn't planning buying for two."

                                            "Let me guess: dropped out?"

                                            >"Nah, I flunked out. It's easier that way."

                                            "Maybe if you want to stay in dead end jobs."

                                            >"I wouldn't be the first one, missy."

                                            >The line moves, as you two banter with each other.

                                            >Before you know it, you're at the front of the line.

                                            >>"¿Qué tu quieres? Whachu' want?"

                                            "Uh?"

                                            >You look at the man speaking to you. It's a mexican.

                                            >>"What you want, chica? Linea's getting bigger."

                                            "Oh! Well, I..."

                                            >Anon didn't expected you to answer.

                                            >He takes off his right shoe, and pulls off his sock, grabbing a small pack of bills.

                                            "Don't get any ideas, these are singles," he eyes you as he gives it to the cook. "What can you give us for this?"

                                            >>"That's it?"

                                            "Yeah."

                                            >The cook scoffs at the pair of you. Your mouth pinches into a scowl and your hand darts into your bag, riffling around until you come up with a few coins.

                                            >You put them on the counter.

                                            >>"Ok, what else chica?"

                                            "I want... that soda!" You point.

                                            >>"Alright. ¡Manuel! ¡Dos tacos y una soda!"

                                            >Some time later, the cook returns with your order.

                                            >Anon and you take the tray to the table

                                            "Are the cooks usually this intense?"

                                            >"Nah, it's a busy day, and there's only the two of them. I bet they were already worked up."

                                            >You both start eating. It's not as bad as you thought it would be.

                                            >Anon notices.

                                            >"Why so shocked? Never had food out of a truck?"

                                            "I prefer my restaurants to have a proper Health Certificate."

                                            >"They have one, they just don't flaunt it like some places do."


                                            "Could have fooled me. This looks like a crime scene."

                                            >"You're still eating it."

                                            "Because I have nothing else. You know, I was supposed to hang out with my school mates, creating memories and having a picnic. Instead, I'm sitting with a stranger, getting angrier by the minute, and eating greasy food that will give me a heart attack."

                                            >"Sounds like my average Friday night web browsing."

                                            "You are creepier when you enjoy my anger."

                                            >"You're enjoying mine too. Don't think I forgot about that little smirk you had when you woke me up the first time."

                                            >You don't want to answer that.

                                            >You reach for the soda bottle. Anonymous does the same. You jump at the feeling of his rough fingertips against your hand.

                                            "..."

                                            >"..."

                                            "..."

                                            >"... You have pretty hands", he says, a smile on his face.

                                            "S-stop teasing me!"

                                            >"Hey, you said you wanted a peace offering; well, here it is, and I paid for it. Giving you a compliment seems like the next logical step."

                                            >You don't know what to say. Is he being sincere?

                                            >He grabs the soda again, and takes a swig. Then he pushes it toward you.

                                            >"I guess I have one thing to apologize for. You bought this, so you should've been the one to take the first drink."

                                            >You take the soft drink quietly.


                                            >You two finish your meal.

                                            >Funny: tacos aren't your first pick, but these had a very good taste.

                                            >Anon takes the lunch tray, and throws all the garbage in a trash can.

                                            >He leaves the tray on the table, and both resume whatever it's left to do.

                                            "So, any ideas to keep going?"

                                            >"Not really. All I wanted to do was to take a nap, have lunch, and go back home."

                                            "You should've stayed at home if all you wanted was sleep."

                                            >"You don't know how hard it's to have time for yourself. Trust me, life gets difficult after highschool. Even worst after college."

                                            "Harsh words coming from a flunky."

                                            >"Maybe, but at least it was my choice. Getting to decide your own path is liberating, in some sort of way."

                                            "Being a rebel ends quickly with the problems that surface soon."

                                            >"Oh, and you are a nice cookie-cutted student who will finish HS, go to college, get a degree, do a career, and then what? "Ruin" it with a kid or work until your ovaries get dry and pick a successor like if it was the medieval times? Through trial and error?"

                                            "It's better than jumping from end job to end job until you hit retirement, filled with diseases and a crippling body."

                                            >"Maybe, but I came to the beach to relax, not to have a date with a psychologist."

                                            >The word "date" made you a bit flustered. He didn't realised, thankfully.

                                            >"Well, anyway, since I have no ideas. Do you have one?"

                                            "Hmmm..."

                                            >"Sugarcoat?"

                                            "Hmm... Oh, yeah. Of course I do. My buddies and I were planning to go to the arcades around, maybe go to a bowling alley, or the zoo."

                                            >He rises his right leg. You realise the small problem with those ideas.

                                            "Oh, right."

                                            >"At least you catch on quickly."

                                            >Both are a bit dissapointed. Looks like your ego will have to deal with a man outspeaking you, free in this big world.

                                            >Suddenly, a small beach ball rolls to your feet.

                                            "Eh?"

                                            >>"Sorry miss, could you pass me that ball?"

                                            >A bunch of people are playing volleyball.

                                            >"Hey, that gives me an idea."

                                            >Anon takes the ball.

                                            >"Hey fellas: can we join?"

                                            "What?! Anon, don't!"

                                            >>"Sure, come in!"

                                            >"Let's have some fun!", he replies smiling.

                                            "I'm not so sure about this. Besides, we just ate, remember?"

                                            >"A good workout helps to burn it. C'mon, let's go."

                                            >He throws back the ball to the crowd. You only sigh and follow him.


                                            >Reunited with the group of people, everybody throws the ball around for a while.

                                            >This keeps going until you work out a bit of sweat.

                                            >After this, one guy reunites everyone, and separates everybody in two groups. Looks like the real game is about to start.

                                            >You are sided with two more people and anon, facing the other 5.

                                            >It's a simple game, best out of 10 points.

                                            >Your group plays fine, the other does too.

                                            >As expected, anon is the one who is left behind.

                                            >Looks like whatever job he is, it doesn't help him physically. Also, looks like he is fighting against the taco he ate a while ago.

                                            >You warned him.

                                            >As for you, you were just fantastic. Years of ballet dancing and Tae Kwon Do has left you prepared for anything.

                                            >You dance between your partners, catching most balls and bouncing them back.

                                            >The leg strenght helped you jump higher and recover quickly.

                                            >Sadly, this didn't made much difference. The other team noticed anon was weak, so they attacked there.

                                            >This left both sides at the end: 9-9.

                                            >Last point, all or nothing.

                                            >As expected, your team and you kept fighting back. Anon tried to not puke his guts out.

                                            >One of the enemy team slaps the ball right to anon. He reacts, and for one moment, he bounces the ball up.

                                            >The problem is that it's too high to slap back.

                                            >He finally gives up, and goes to the ground, kneeling.

                                            >"Ugh... Taco-sama, I got too cocky... I kneel."

                                            >Fucking jobber... Wait.

                                            >You take this chance to get the ball.

                                            >You run all the way to anon, step on his back, and jump.

                                            >You manage to reach the ball, and slap it back to the enemy. It lands on their zone.

                                            >Point and game! Hold on, you jumped too high!

                                            >You try, but lose balance and fall all the way down.

                                            "Ah! Help!"


                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >Your idea of playing volleyball backfired badly. Sugarcoat was right, you shouldn't have played with a full stomach.

                                            >The taco makes a weird turn inside your intestines. This was too much.

                                            >You finally kneel, admiting defeat.

                                            "Ugh... Taco-sama, I got too cocky... I kneel."

                                            >You are ready to puke, but then something happened.

                                            >You feel a hard bump behind you. This moved your body, making the taco pass away.

                                            >Oh, now that is better, but why is there a shadow on top of you?

                                            >You look up, and find Sugarcoat high in the air!

                                            >Not for long, she is falling too!

                                            >"Ah! Help!"

                                            "Don't worry, sugar, I go-!"

                                            >While you were catching her, she landed on top of you.

                                            >Her bum on your face, to be precise.

                                            >Well, her athletic prowess truly notices.

                                            >Both of you fall to the ground, but she gets up quickly.

                                            >"Anon! I'm sorry, are you ok?!"

                                            >Everybody is reunited around you.

                                            >"Anonymous?"

                                            "Ugh... yeah, I'm fine."

                                            >"Really?"

                                            "Yeah, yo-!"

                                            >Your brain was knocked to the right place it seems, because you realize what you were about to say.

                                            >Sugarcoat is still waiting for an answer.

                                            "You... landed on... the sand!"

                                            >"The sand?"

                                            "Yes! The sand."

                                            >"But how? A jump that big would've hurted me."

                                            "I know. What I'm trying to say is that... you falled, I catched you, and I dropped you on the sand."

                                            >She is not buying your lie, but accepts it.

                                            >The guys cheer the last point. Victory.

                                            >One of them pats you in the back. This made the taco come back.

                                            >You run faster than Usain Bolt, and the next moment your lunch is expelled to a trash can.

                                            >Ugh, better than in front of Sugarcoat.

                                            >You two had enough fun for today, so you only say goodbye, and walk away.

                                            -----

                                            >"Would you keep your distance? Your breath is horrible."

                                            "I wasn't expecting to throw up my lunch. I though it would stay."

                                            >"Playing a sport when you just finished your meal does that to you."

                                            "We won, that counts."

                                            >"It would count much more if it didn't smell like taco when you talk."

                                            >You blow towards her direction.

                                            >"Ugh! What are you? Twelve?"

                                            >She shoves you away to breath fresh air. You only laugh.


                                            >Be Sugarcoat.

                                            >Ugh, gross. This manchild only annoys you with his childish attitude.

                                            >You should, by any logical outlook, leave him alone.

                                            >But truth be told, he tried to be nice, and you had a bit of fun with him.

                                            >You notice you two were walking close to the coast, barely missing the waves.

                                            >You walk deeper, faking disgust.

                                            >He follows you.

                                            >"Whoa, hey, I knew it smelled bad, but not that bad."

                                            "No... I should be fine, really."

                                            >"Are you sure?"

                                            >The wave returns. You catch some sea water.

                                            "Ughh..."

                                            >"Hey, let me-"

                                            >He got close enough.

                                            >You throw at his mouth the salty water. He reacts by coughing and spitting.

                                            >"Puag! Buag! Bleh! What the Hell?"

                                            "Sea water. Now your mouth smells like the sea."

                                            >"Bleh, I'd rather like if it smelled like fish."

                                            "The innuendo doesn't go unnoticed, but you will have to keep dreaming."

                                            >"Well, while we are at it."

                                            >He goes a bit high, and leave the bags close. After that, he returns to you.

                                            "What are you thinking now?"

                                            >He splashes you with some water.

                                            >"Water fight!"

                                            "Hey! Stop being inmature!"

                                            >"You started it!"

                                            >You fight back.

                                            "Your breath smelled like ass. You started it!"

                                            >Both start throwing water at each other.

                                            >Slowly, he pulls you lower, going into the water.

                                            >Now with water around your waistline, you lose him swimming around. He follows you, throwing you more water.

                                            >Each other swims around, dive a bit, splash at each other, even got to play Marco Polo.

                                            >After a while, both leave completely drenched.

                                            >"Ahahaha! That was fun!"

                                            "No need to state the obvious."

                                            >"Would it kill you to say something nice?"

                                            "... It was easy to splash you with water, and your breath no longer smells like taco meat."

                                            >"See? That wasn't too hard, wasn't it?"

                                            >You feel your face getting warm again.

                                            "No... it wasn't."

                                            -----

                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >Somehow, you are happy you got to make her smile. Sugarcoat looks prettier with a smile than a frown.

                                            >You give her your towel to dry herself.

                                            >"Thanks, but wouldn't be better for your to use it first?"

                                            "Nah. I entered with my clothes on. Actually, I wasn't expecting to go to the water today, but we were having fun, so..."

                                            >"I understand."

                                            >She finishes quickly, and passes you the towel. You do your best to dry yourself and your clothes.

                                            >"Well, any funny ideas left?"

                                            "Actually, it's time I have to go. I have to work tomorrow, so I will need all the shut eye I can get."

                                            >"Oh! Well, since you are leaving..."

                                            "I don't think your family would like you following a random stranger for an entire day."

                                            >"I was thinking that I should wave you goodbye at the bus stop."

                                            "Oh, how considerated."


                                            >Both walk all the way to the bus stop. There's only one, but the whole street is used as a meeting point for all the lines.

                                            >You find your stop, and both wait by sitting on the benches nearby.

                                            >During all that time, you see Sugarcoat fidgeting with a pen and a piece of paper. You would say something, but you teased her enough.

                                            >Some minutes later, your bus stops around the corner. It's waiting for the green light.

                                            >"It's that your bus?"

                                            "Yup."

                                            >You stand up, and go close to the pole.

                                            "So, Sugarcoat..."

                                            >She looks at you.

                                            >She was nice to you, so she earned this.

                                            "I want to... apologize. I was a bastard teasing you all day, and I wanted to say something nice for hanging around with me."

                                            >This brought a look of surprise to her face.

                                            "So, yes, sorry that this bum bothered you all day."

                                            >She quickly goes back to her paper, and writes like crazy.

                                            >The bus arrives, so you wave Sugarcoat goodbye and go up.

                                            >"Wait!"

                                            >You stop for a moment. She stands up, and gives you the note.

                                            >"Now you can go."

                                            "Really? For a note? What-?"

                                            >She pushes you to get inside the bus.

                                            >"Read it inside, don't be late for work tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the day."

                                            >She goes down the ride. Before you could answer, the door closes, and follows it's route.

                                            >Damn, lost chance.

                                            >"Where to, buddy?"

                                            "Oh, just to the northern stop."

                                            >You pay your ticket, and sit at the bottom.

                                            >while you are waiting, you check the small note.

                                            >You unfold it and read it.

                                            >It's filled with scratched words, but you managed to understand her message.

                                            >[Anonymous, meeting you was a̶n̶n̶o̶y̶i̶n̶g̶/g̶r̶o̶s̶s̶/d̶i̶s̶t̶u̶r̶b̶i̶n̶g̶ an experience, and I feel -̶d̶u̶m̶b̶/̶s̶i̶l̶l̶y̶/̶e̶n̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶d̶ open minded about this, so I would like to r̶e̶u̶n̶i̶t̶e̶/̶m̶e̶e̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶- see you s̶o̶o̶n̶ again.]

                                            >[My number is...] And she forgot to put the last one.

                                            >You smile, this scratched memo reads like she talks. She even signed it at the end.

                                            >Perhaps you should call her. You can bruteforce her number with some luck.

                                            >Wait, she said she was from CPA. Maybe you can find her with other methods.

                                            >Sugarcoat... It sure was a lucky meeting at the beach.


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