ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 .

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

you 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 s͟t͟o͟p a wave ,
but you can l͟e͟a͟rn how to 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧 it

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓢𝚄𝙼͟𝙼͟𝙴͟𝚁‍‍ ‍‍ 𖤓‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓑𝙾͢𝚈 .ᐟ @poguesgold]

/ if me and a few oomfs made a little zombie apocalypse oc verse would anyone want to join….

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

toss her a towel and the hoodie.

" maybe you just dont remember it, romano. "

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

he'll watch as she makes space for him, but doesnt take her up on it straight away. humor. he can tell the pain hasnt subsided given how she cradles her head, but hes glad confusion has

[‍ ‍* ‍ 𝓑𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 ‍ ☀︎ ‍ 𝓑𝙰͟𝙱͟𝙴 ‍.ᐟ @surfsheart]

with cutting herself off.

“ i didn’t expect you to .͟.. i don’t know——- 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, as much as you’ve have. ”

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

he'll reach back into the trunk from his seat, digging for the black surf duffle he usually kept handy somewhere. unzipping it, he'll pull out two towels, a hoodie and a shirt. he'll 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 *

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

" i looked away for a 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 and you were totally 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. wave swallowed you up whole. "

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

small nod at her answer. another good sign. theres a second round of thunder, shortly followed by a bright flash that lights up the darkening sky. rain pelts against his back a little

[‍ ‍* ‍ 𝓑𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 ‍ ☀︎ ‍ 𝓑𝙰͟𝙱͟𝙴 ‍.ᐟ @surfsheart]

confirming her answer, before letting go——- using digits to scrape away any of the lingering sand out from around her eyes.

“ what——- what, even happened .ᐣ it was all so fast. ”

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

waters, watching their surf boards bounce around in the distance. he just hopes they wash up on land later. for now, priorities. vision lands back on astrid.

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

cant feel anything, so he'll pull his hand away and wave three fingers in front of her face instead.

" okay, how many fingers am i holdin' up 𖤠 "

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

she's stringing together complete sentences ——- a good sign as far as concussions go. he's used to little mishaps with clients whenever surf lessons go a little wrong, but they'd never been hit

[‍ ‍* ‍ 𝓑𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 ‍ ☀︎ ‍ 𝓑𝙰͟𝙱͟𝙴 ‍.ᐟ @surfsheart]

before she mutters out words.

“ yeah——- hard, probably on that stupid board .͟.. 𝓈hit. my head is 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 me .ᐟ ”

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

by a wave that big. focus honed in on the area she keeps holding, he'll slip his hand under hers to carefully feel around her head ——- searching for any sign to take her to the er. he

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

to check her over.

" talk to me, astrid. y ' hit your head 𖤠 "

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

he'll take a quick glance behind him, darker grey clouds moving in a little faster than appreciated. he can feel the beginning of rain, tiny droplets just barely visible as they hit wet board.

[‍ ‍* ‍ 𝓑𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 ‍ ☀︎ ‍ 𝓑𝙰͟𝙱͟𝙴 ‍.ᐟ @surfsheart]

or not. free hand still guided towards the back of her head.

“ .͟.. 𝒾——- don’t know .ᐣ ”

[ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞ᅠᅠ ‍ ˗ᅠᅠ ‍𝐰a͟t͟𝐞𝐫 . @withsurfs]

for a brief moment to wrap his head around how to put her down, carefully placing her onto leather seat once he figures it out. he'll place hand on rim of door, leaning down a little