That 'hello', fortunately or unfortunately for Garrot, is coming in the form of Luka Eutychia.
Despite the weather, Luka's changed to a much lighter outfit suited for the beach. He kicks his shoes off into the sand and steps toward Garrot, careful not to come within range of his swings.
"I heard I might find you here." He announces himself, just in case Garrot failed to notice his approach. "Nice day for the beach."
It's not sarcastic, though Luka's fully aware of how ironic it sounds. The wind and bouts of rain reminds him of home, and the scent of ocean air was among his favorites. He couldn't feel more relaxed as he walks into a possibly precarious conversation.
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Despite the weather, Luka's changed to a much lighter outfit suited for the beach. He kicks his shoes off into the sand and steps toward Garrot, careful not to come within range of his swings.
"I heard I might find you here." He announces himself, just in case Garrot failed to notice his approach. "Nice day for the beach."
It's not sarcastic, though Luka's fully aware of how ironic it sounds. The wind and bouts of rain reminds him of home, and the scent of ocean air was among his favorites. He couldn't feel more relaxed as he walks into a possibly precarious conversation.