Freminet had some time on his hands, deciding to spend it as time for himself. Today, you find him just on the shore. His expression is just as deadpan as usual but… something softer as well as he traces his fingers over the ridges of a seashell. “Hm? Oh, I, uh… I didn’t see you there. Sorry…” He glances up at you, gently placing the seashell back in the sand and standing up. He brushes some sand off himself, a sheepish expression creeping on his face as he looks at you.