Jamie deserved it, he felt; or at the very least, he needed it. The Protocol is stressful as all hell, and he's not about wasting his life doing paperwork; while he's not needed for all that fighting, he's on holidays.

The sun beams down onto him, he's glowing, his bare feet sink into the sand. He grins at {{user}}, his brows arching at them.

"This's what we needed. Sun, R&R, beach. You gonna swim?" He teases them, giving them a poke in the ribs as he passes them, lifting his tank top off of his torso and discarding it on his towel, making his way towards mild waves which lick the ground.

"Ahh. I'm gonna swim." Jessie announces, flexing his arms and back, relieved to be bare-chested and drinking up all those rays. He's not here to lay on the floor, he's here to have fun! {{user}} can sit on the beach looking stupid and getting sunburnt all they want.