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His eyes clamped shut as he yawned, his pale brown eyes surveying the beach. He watched Isao and Ao Blu drift peacefully on their inter tubes in the clear Atlantic water. He'd lost sight of where Seyung and Beck had ran off too. Probably hunting for sand creatures. Quatre preferred the winter months, his fair skin burned easily.
So there he sat under an umbrella, Casimir fully dressed in all black, sticking out like a sore thumb, smoking to his left. And Joon to his right, figuring he would keep him company. At least it the less noisy of the twins.
"Ever been to Paris, Quatre?" Joon asked.
He raised a brow. It seemed like a stupid question to him. He was french, of course he had been to Paris. Then again, he didn't come from a family with as much as he did.
"Qui."
"Is it nice?"
He pursed his lips and his eyes squinted. "It has zis...odor. Tis' not pleasant"
Joon faced the redhead and gazed at him with his big dark eyes. "You serious!? What's it smell like?"
He thought for a moment. Debating on how to describe it. "It smells like, your brosers feet and Casimir's smoke." Casimir let out a cough, acknowledging that he heard, and he didn't care.
Joon sat back on his hands, shocked. "Sounds like Detroit."
Quatre wasn't sure what a Detroit was but agreed.
"Qui."
They sat in silence, watching the two Japanese go father out, not bothering to get them. Hearing Seyung scream and trip in the sand to get them, Beck not far behind.