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Who: Hayato and his class and anyone who decided to tag along for funsies
What: A TROPICAL GETAWAY
When: A WEEKEND IN JANUARY.
Where: Isle Delfino
Suggested Listening: NO ESCAPE.

Winter sucks, right? Hayato sure thought so. Well, he didn't hate it, but after a month of cold and dark he decided it was high time for a change. While he could have easily done the selfish thing and fled the city for the entirety of winter break, he liked to consider himself a more generous man than that. Surely his students would love the chance to get away from winter for a few days, too. And if any staff happened to stow away for the trip, well, that was their decision.

So, under the guise of having a swimming class while the school's outdoor pool was out of use, our hero whisked everyone away to lovely Isle Delfino. Once plagued by darkness and vandalism, the whole island had since been kept clean and bright and shiny and boasted a number of tourist attractions. With the only real requirement for the gym class being to get at least some swimming in, there would be plenty of time to explore everything else. Between abandoned eggs that hatch water-soluble yoshis, a giant mall, human pachinko, an amusement park, and the hotel with an abundance of ghost stories, there's bound to be something to do.

All in all, not a bad way to ease in to the new semester. The hardcore classes could start next week, he promised, before setting his class free.

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Vivian jumped at his exclamation, leaning back a bit to make sure she wouldn't drag him across the ground. "Oh. Hello!"

Jolt squirmed in her grip, barking. Why was this creepy little girl picking him up out of nowhere? Didn't anyone teach her not to just pick up strange animals, no matter how cute or fuzzy or adorable they were?

No.

Fingers crawled up to scratch behind his ear, Vivian seeing someone do this in a book once. "Can we be friends?"

Wait. No. Shit. His weak spot... It was super effective. His squirming stopped almost instantly as she started to scratch behind his ear, just relaxing into it. What was she doing again? He almost forgot...

Giggling, she kept on scratching and walking, taking that as a yes.

Now that she had a new friend, she wondered what they could do together. Hmm.

Off in the distance, she watched two young pudgy looking children (???) building sand castles, and though earlier she had buried the Doctor, she didn't realize you could also build up like that, too! Oh, didn't kings and princesses and all them live in castles?

She looked at Jolt. "Prince Puppy."

Prince Jolt... He liked the sound of that. Ruler of all dinner everywhere.

Wait. No. That was the ear scratching talking. WHAT WITCHCRAFT WAS THIS...

Jolt struggled again in her arms, barking a bit. He didn't want to hurt a kid, but Green was his trainer and his boss.

Vivian flinched, startled by his behavior, and quickly set him down with an apology.

"D...did I hurt you?" Oh jeez, she looked really worried.

And suddenly puppy was no longer puppy but a boy with puppy ears sitting in the sand.

"I'm fine, and also not actually a prince of anything," he replied.

Vivian took a quick step back as he changed, but smiled when he finished, relieved to see him fine.

"I'm glad..." She pointed over to the sand castles in the distance. "Uhm, do you want to build ~~a sandmaaaaaaaaan~~ one?"

"...Yeah, sure, why not?" he said, getting up to his feet. "I'm Jolt."

"I'm Vivian...!" Oh, he did that without prompt. Yay! She quickly dropped to her knees, starting to gather up some sand. As the pile grew, it would quickly shrink, the instability of sand eluding her. She tipped her head at it, frowned, and looked at him.

"Is the beach broken?"

"Nah, it's doing what it's supposed to do," he said, kneeling next to her. "If we move this a little closer to the water we'll be good. It needs to be a bit moist to hold together."

"Oh. I understand." She took Jolt's hand and quickly stood up. "You're smart, Jolt. Thank you! Let's get closer." Tug, tug.

He followed along dutifully, laughing a bit at her excitement. "You ever build a sandcastle before, kiddo?" he asked.

"I've never built any castles!" Even with the water washing up so dangerously close, Vivian plopped down in the wet sand once they arrived. "You have?" THAT MUST HAVE TAKEN FOREVER. SO COOL.

"Not really, but how hard could it be?" he asked. An electric type plus ground did not usually equal good times, so Jolt didn't exactly spend a lot of time playing in sand.

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