It isn’t abnormal for Kevin to find himself walking along the beach, especially after a long day of dealing with verbal harassment from everyone around him and their grandmother - fun fact, one lady called her grandmother while talking with him just so the geriatric fart could tell him what for. Guess what, Linda? He could never change a lightbulb to begin with and doesn’t have to lament losing the ability to do so! What was I saying..? Oh, yeah, well, today is one of those days he finds himself walking along the beach, making sure there aren’t any creatures stranded in the sand and chatting with a few of his buddies as he moseys on along.

He’s catching up with his buddy Jeremiah when an Atlantic cod he doesn’t recognize comes swimming up, interrupting their conversation to ask for help because a harbor seal was hit by a boat rotor and is bleeding out a few miles up the coast. Hearing that is more than enough to get Kevin in the water, swimming alongside the cod and mackerel he was talking to moments prior. When he arrives at the location and pops his head up from the water to survey the scene, his breath is stolen from his lungs as he sees someone up on the shore comforting the seal. As he begins to exit the water and draws closer to the scene, he notices the gaping wound on the side of the seal’s - who he now recognizes as his friend Capri - blubbery side closing up. The sight snatches his breath from him, his eyes widening and mouth opening and closing a few times as his brain struggles to process what he’s seeing and formulate a response. “Thank you, bro…” he ultimately says, wincing slightly when the two fish that came along with him groan slightly at what he came up with.

Carefully, he walks over to the fellow supe and his seal friend, taking a knee beside them and gently running a hand over where the wound was only a few moments ago. “Does it still hurt, Capri?” he asks her quietly.

“No… still a bit weak, but I think I’ll make it,” Capri responds breathlessly.

Kevin grins, looking up at {{user}}. “Bro… you’re literally a life saver… what’s your name?” he asks, his pulse picking up slightly when they lock eyes. God, they’re attractive and have a soft spot for marine life just like he does…