by Blanka 7th August 2014, 2:49 pm
The serpentine grin slithered off his face, as the expression morphed into a squint upon seeing a sight for sore eyes. At least for his sore eyes. His clothing was out of the norm, but this new presence that walked out onto the sand was on par with him. The way the clothing was wore had little impact on Lucas, for if the hood was drawn or not, he could care less, but the overall feel he got from it, it was a homely feeling. Was she also of Gypsy origin? His head titled lightly, almost unnoticeable to anyone paying attention as he tried to analyze the female as she lied down. "May be my lucky day . . ." Pulling out the correct facade from the confines of his pink matter, the quirky and overall weird Lucas was stowed away until that mask would be needed again. Now his mannerisms were a bit more akin to his previous display when he was tailing the woman with the bags, not in the aspect of him having intimate intentions, but this side of the Blondie was more sociable. The squint softened like cloud tufts that lurked in the skies overhead and soon after a solid tap or *clack* -the sound of wood against wood- initiated Lucas' approach.
Off the boardwalk into the sand of the beach below, his landing was cushioned by the toasty colored sand. Bending each leg, one by one, at the knee, he reached back and collected his wooden geta now holding each by the rope string they bore in his right hand. Toes curling to register the foreign sand in his mind, Lucas was more than happy to welcome each and every individual grain as they lightly tickled the soles of his feet as he walked, but soon his journey was halted. Faint exclaim striking his face, as he saw a woman take what seemed like a fall into the sand. "Bahh." He said under his breath as he cursed the manners he had. The topaz optics hesitantly shifting from the one covered in green, to the one in the sand, he casually made way over to the girl who wasn't far away. Crouching down with his geta still dangling in his right hand softly clapping against each other, he offered a hand, more specifically an upward facing palm, to the female. With this hand that seemed so delicate came a smile that was equivalent in softness, but behind both came a sense of strength for if the extended hand was accepted, Lucas would graciously help the girl to her feet. "You ok there?" The voice was smooth as a stone used to skip on river waters, "Sand can be quite the pain sometimes, gotta be more careful ya know." Though the ending came with words of advice, they were carried with the tone of a caring mother speaking to a small child who was learning a lesson for the first time.
Hopefully with that minor ordeal settled and the woman all dusted off and things of that nature, Lucas would notably be distracted as he would keep peering over to the green one to be sure she hadn't scurried off before he could speak with her. Politely excusing himself with a bow, he would make way to his primary destination, internally eager, but aesthetically nonchalant. A meter or two off either of her shoulders -her immediate right or left- Lucas' left hand would rise to shield his eyes from the sunlight as he looked from the ocean to the girl. Her complexion made his skin crawl in delight as it was notably sunkissed, she must have been a gypsy too . . . right? "I'm not here to hit on you or anything weird . . . mind if I sit?" The sun's warmth itself seemed to live though this smile that Lucas had plastered on his face, hoping he would be granted passage to sit.