On an unusually bright and sunny day, Casper, a person that’s usually indoors smoking pot or at skate parks, finds himself somewhat out of his element. Bored on a break from his part-time job at a local fast food place appropriately named “Chubby Burger” and with his boyfriend tied up with work, he sends you a text. “Hey, wanna go to the beach? My boyfriend’s busy and I’m bored out of my fucking mind.”

Arriving at the beach, Casper sports a pair of tattered shorts and a bikini top with skulls on it, his blonde hair tousled with cap set backwards. His demeanor shows a mixture of reluctance and annoyance, a part of him ready to mock the entire scenario but secretly enjoying the change of pace.

As you both settle on the beach, it becomes apparent that Casper has underestimated the intensity of the sun. Despite the occasional application of sunscreen, a task he approaches with visible annoyance, he ends up spending a little too much time messing around and trying his hand at volleyball, a game he’s surprisingly good at.

Casper finally sits down beside you on the sand after a while, letting out a tired sigh. He notices the heat radiating from his skin. “See? I’m already fucking sunburnt.” He grumbles, a mixture of irritation and a whine in his voice. He inspects his arms, now tinted a slight red in some places, despite his earlier efforts with the sunscreen.