Summer sun; cluster fun! [OPEN]

many things were happening at all once when the red-heared lady stopped and stared at him with a transfixed expression. He could see in the distance a black-haired individual with a rather odd-choice of wear for the beach get approached by a few kids, only to immediately have their parents (or caretakers) take them away while glaring at the man.

Samba winced, instantly realizing how this might look to someone with an outside perspective, but chose not to dwell too much on the man's misfortune of being considered as a pedo, and instead set his sights on the woman again when she stuttered a greeting, strange it was in context. "Huh?" He asked eloquently, his green eyes locked with the woman's golden eyes.

He leaned back slightly when she began her greeting anew with renewed vigor, something told him that it was a quite common sight to see on this particular woman. "No one has called me that before." He chuckled good naturally, his mind being reminded of the rather more vicious words that other people have called him before, one such word; mongrel being the tamest one so far. "Heh, thanks!" Brushing the back of his head sheepishly, the Zoan gave the redhead a wolfish grin in return. "But I'm still not strong enough compared to other bigshots that the universe has to offer," His mind instantly summoned three names to the forefront: Walker, Zucceta, and Bing; a man that Walker told him that was supposedly the Kami of Earth once upon a time.

Those three were a good stepping stone, if any, to look up to and strive to surpass.

But then his ears rang when the woman—known as Noxa—leaned back and took a deep breath before tearing the air with the force of her voice. Calling for someone named Namoral or something or another, he couldn't really focus on the name much when his eardrums were ringing something fierce. "It's alright!" Samba said a little higher than necessary, purposely digging his pinky finger inside his ear to stop the incessant ringing that befell his person.

Before the Zoan could get his bearings back, the air was once again torn asunder when another voice suddenly cut through the area. More than annoyed now that his mood was being tested, the Zoan turned, his mouth opened with a comment ready to be thrown at the idiot that was making such a ruckus—



Samba stared at what his eyes were seeing.

He blinked, then blinked two more times, and then thrice for good measure and finally the image disappeared, conjured by what must have been some kind of heatstroke or something; there wasn't any other explanation for what he saw. Yet the palm-tree shaped hairdo remained, so perhaps he wasn't imagining things as much as he liked to believe. "Yo. Name's Samba." The Zoan throw another look at the new member in their small group, trying to see if he could conjure that image once again, to no avail. Samba didn't know if that was something good or bad, he decided for the latter after some brief pondering.

Hearing noises not too far away, the Zoan turned his head slightly to check what was happening, his brow arching at what he was seeing. Judging by what his ears were telling him, the one that was currently levitating a great mound of sand with nothing but the mental force of will, was not of this earth because indeed one would not use the term "Earthling" if they were truly a human born and raised upon this planet.

Seeing as the male was having his own fun and not really troubling anyone, save sending a bit of sand towards someone's towel and their setup, he deem it as unimportant for now and turned back to his companion, blinking when his eyes settled on the woman's assets before he forced them upward, his face betraying nothing but if one looked closely they'd see that the fur on his cheek was slowly glowing pink. "Say, you want to get out of here? The place seems to be getting a bit packed," He shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps eat something with me? I'm starving." His stomach rumbled that very next moment, and his cheeks burned brighter. Seeking some sort of salvation, the Zoan turned to their other companion. "You, if you want to come with us, feel free... or don't if you don't want to."

Samba shrugged again before looking back towards Noxa. "Shall we?" He didn't know where this was coming from, normally at the best of times he was a bit of a shut-in, and his people skills were lacking after years of disuse but after his spar with Walker, the Zoan wanted to broad his horizons a bit more. Go and have fun, experience a few new things and perhaps make new friends and acquaintances instead of staying cooped in that floating island for days on end.

Well, he was taking his first steps and then some, it was time to see if this would be the start of something new or the heralding of something awful.

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