[Pratt decided to trust Friday and is wearing jeans, his police utility belt and a short sleeve button up shirt from Tommy Bahama in green. So ultimately he still looks like he's in his deputy uniform, but a slightly more swishy one. The best news of all: not wearing the jacket or the dog tags.
His tried and true method of pretending absolutely nothing is wrong and never has been wrong is going pretty well for him so far; might as well keep that compartmentalizing train going strong.]
Hey. You uh.. just chilling?
[ He plops down next to her in the sand, not using his hands to ease himself down because his hands are otherwise occupied. Unclasping his fingers, a small black lizard pokes its head out tasting the air with its tongue.]
The sign wasn't lying, there's actual animals here.
[He grins in delight, even though judging by the state of his fingers this little guy bit the absolute shit out of his hands before being caught.]
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His tried and true method of pretending absolutely nothing is wrong and never has been wrong is going pretty well for him so far; might as well keep that compartmentalizing train going strong.]
Hey. You uh.. just chilling?
[ He plops down next to her in the sand, not using his hands to ease himself down because his hands are otherwise occupied. Unclasping his fingers, a small black lizard pokes its head out tasting the air with its tongue.]
The sign wasn't lying, there's actual animals here.
[He grins in delight, even though judging by the state of his fingers this little guy bit the absolute shit out of his hands before being caught.]