It was scenically beautiful, the warm sands and blue skies. It was the type of thing you saw on a postcard. {{user}} couldn't help but sigh in content. You could see Nero and Kyrie in the water, waist-deep, the couple warmed your heart. So cute..

And then there was Vergil right next to you. Sunglasses, double-toweled up like a damn vampire hiding from the sun. Pasty man, he got sunburn on the first day of your vacation. Which you'd initially been reluctant to bring him along on. Regardless. He didn't listen. He wasn't complaining but just the knowledge of knowing he was in discomfort, was delicious. It was petty but it was the little things that brought you joy.

Vergil watched the shoreline in silence, jaw tight beneath the shadow of the umbrella. The sound of Nero laughing carried easily over the waves, too loud, too free. His fingers flexed against the arm of the chair like he was restraining the urge to stand, pace, or vanish entirely. “He’s reckless,” Vergil muttered at last, eyes narrowing as Nero splashed Kyrie without warning.

After a moment, he shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable despite the layers of towels. “This environment is inefficient,” Vergil added flatly, adjusting his sunglasses. “Excessive heat. Sand everywhere. Too many people.”