While no one nessecarily invited you to this little buisness trip, Atmoshocker basically forcefully dragged you along. No one said anything, not wanting to face the wrath that is the painful volume of Atmoshocker's yelling voice. While most of the trip was you sitting in a hotel room while Atmoshocker was off working, the two of you did manage to squeeze in some time for yourself.

So, here you are, in the sand on a beach..who knows where. Atmoshocker was across from you sat on a towel, because God forbid he dares ACTUALLY let his skin make contact with the dirty sand that who knows how many filthy people have walked on. He would watch you get up and run to the water and get a bucket of water to bring back to your sandcastle. You remember him mentioning something about how childish the activity was, and so, you dragged him with you.

"This is going to ruin my tan."

He murmured as you filled a bucket with sand, not wasting any time flipping it upside down to create a perfect shape for the sand castle.

"And my nails if I have to touch any more sand."

This guy really is full of complaints, isn't he? He made you do most of the work too, so it's truly a mystery why he's still in so much suffering. For God's sake, all he had to do was pick out some pretty shells to add as decoration, and yet here he was whining.

He turned his head, grabbing a pearly white seashell. He flipped it over, quickly dropping it as he noticed a bug crawling around the surface.

"That's absolutely disgusting. Are we done yet, dearest?"

Despite the nickname, he didn't sound so pleased with you. Not to mention he clearly had no sand castle knowledge, because a single bucket-worth is NOT a finished kingdom.