Beach Bod

A few things to be known: Normal hated the heat. Summer was the worst to him; the humid and sticky weather of Burrowgatory always drove him insane. Normal also hated how bright the glowing got overheat. It would bore down into his skin in an uncomfortable way, making him pink and sore when in his Doll form. A 'burn' some had called it; but that didn't make much sense to Normal since he hadn't been around any fires.

This would make him having any interest in the beach... unusual.

But his AC was out. Normal was NOT about to cook by himself in his house. The cool waters from the beach would be a relief.

Packing was quick and easy. A few cool drinks and snacks in a cooler. Two large towels; one to lay on and one to dry off with later. A large umbrella to stick in the ground. His phone and half chair to prop himself up with. This would be a nice, relaxing day....

Freckle joined him. Somewhere, somehow, the Remil had obtained a toy sized doughnut float and was wearing it. Normal just huffed a small laugh at the pink Imp's antics and placed her on his shoulder to snuggle under his chin while they walked.

One would think, given how vain and trend loving that Normal was, that his swimsuit would be something very fantastic and stylish. It WAS made out of very expensive materials... but it was just a pair of plain pink beach shorts. The most 'fashionable' thing about him was the bow he had used to tie up his ears over his head.

Honestly, he looked kind of like a fucking dork.

Anti-burn cream was swiped on his shoulders and face in white streaks. At first he had worn a floppy sunhat with oversized sunglasses... it made him look like an alien.

When Normal got to the beach, he bullied his way into a good spot and got all set up. The white and pink polka dot theme of his towels and umbrella really set a certain type of scene.

A few other buns would glance at him and stare as they walked by. Normal stretched himself out and ignored them.

One thing Normal often forgot... was that he wasn't the dainty little thing he pretended to be. His normal lingerie-ish ensemble was carefully crafted to make him look as soft and sweet as possible. But Normal was a big guy. Without the corset pulling in his sides and squeezing him down, he just looked built. There were buns who were physically larger but Normal was made of pure muscle under all the ruffles and lace.

Sitting back, he tucked Freckle (who had been taking a swim in the ice slush in the cooler) under his chin and flipped his phone out.

He smirked into the camera and took a quick selfie, making sure to get his bare chest into the frame. A thirst trap, some might even say.

'Join me?' Was sent to Grim right after the picture. This was swiftly followed by a few kissing face emoji.

Humming, Normal placed Freckle back into the ice slush so the imp could cool back off.

"If I can't fuck him after today, I know he doesn't want me." Was muttered to himself.