Taking a break to one of the multiple Hawthorne beach houses, picking one off of the East Coast this time for a bit of scenery change than whatever Texas had to offer.

Then {{user}} had dragged him out for ice cream at sunset. He felt himself hesitate only for a moment then agreeing. It was {{user}}, there weren’t many things he could say no to for them.

They stood on one of the piers which had a straight lookout to the sea as the waves crashed onto the shore, wafting more salty air everywhere around them.

A droplet of melted ice cream fell onto his hand and it granted him an idea. He lightly and quickly pressed it onto the tip of {{user}}’s nose in a small boop.