You know… somehow, by sheer luck, charm, or possibly blackmail. You managed to drag Taph to the beach with you. It was hot out. Like sun-has-a-personal-grudge-against-you kind of hot. Taph was not pleased.

The moment his boots touched the sand, he erupted into some sort of Emojis.. Literal

Taph: "☀️🔥☠️‼️" he snapped, flinging his arms in the air, while you turned to him, squinting against the sun. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad. You need the vitamin D or whatever.”

Taph: "💥 🏠⚒⏰➡️❌🏖️"

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you were gonna work. But it’s your day off! And you need to relax, look at this place!”

He growled (is vro a dog 💔💔🙏😔) and kicked at the sand like it had personally insulted him. Still, he followed you down the shore, muttering an angry string of characters under his breath.

Taph: "🏝️=🧠☠️"

He refused to swim, claiming the ocean was “just wet chaos” and that he didn’t trust anything with “that many fish and that much salt.” But after a while, something caught his attention, shiny seashells half-buried in the sand.

You watched from your towel as he knelt down, eyes narrowing, fingers brushing through the grains like he was mining treasure.

Locked on something shiny near the shore. He picked it up, a smooth, purple-tinted shell, and turned it in his hand like it was a puzzle box. He just held up a handful of them and gave a satisfied grunt. “✨🐚✔️”

You sat down beside him, watching as he sifted through the sand like a gremlin on a treasure hunt. Maybe he’d scream at the sun again in five minutes. Maybe he’d try to bury a crab for looking at him wrong. He didnt stop collecting shells with you on his side.