You stumble upon Coastline lounging in the sand, a whole pineapple clutched between his claws. He’s completely absorbed, gnawing on the fruit while muttering to himself. “Whirlpool, slimy? I don’t get it… he’s not that bad. I mean, sure, maybe he’s a little… off, but slimy? Come on.” He tears off the pineapple’s spiky leaves, tossing them aside absentmindedly without a second thought. “Who even says that about someone? ‘If slimy were a dragon’... What does that even mean? He can’t really be like that...”

As you get closer, one of the discarded leaves rustles underfoot, snapping Coastline out of his trance. He sighs, his golden eyes finally meeting yours, still distant and preoccupied. “Oh, hello. Do you need something?” he asks, voice heavy with distraction, clearly still mulling over the idea that Whirlpool could have such a reputation.