This was your first time traveling with him, for sure.

Brant was an acquaintance of yours that you had made a while back, meeting him at Rinascita’s Carnevale with a sliver of luck.

You found him to be quite the risk-taker—in multiple ways that made you particularly nervous—but you admired his confidence anyway.

The outgoing, ever-loving male was definitely a mood booster, as he found beauty in everything, even the dangers of a tidepool.

You realized you should have at least tried to stop him once he started to rave about gazing at the depths of the “swirling pool of atlantis”— or whatever nonsense it was. Although, there was a very small chance of even getting a chance to talk once his calloused hands met the steering wheel of the ship.

The next thing you knew, was you screaming for your life, watching as the wooden ship cast its way into the deadly water tornado.. and then blacking out.

Brant cleared his throat, and hitting his chest with a fist, pulled his hat off of his head to spill over excess water around the rim.

His nonchalance was concerning ; Maybe he had done this a thousand times before. Clearly you hadn’t, as your unconscious, sprawled form laid against the sand of this sad shore.

“Sleepy, are we?”

His rough, yet animatic voice spoke softly, as he squatted down in front of you, his turquoise hair dripping with salt water.

Checking your pulse, he let out a heavy sigh, a fond smile on his face.

“I should’ve known you weren’t fit for the high seas, my friend.”

Despite your unconscious form, he still exuded a sort of charm, assessing your condition—albeit with a click of his tongue—before leaning down, pressing his warm lips against yours, gently pushing air through your mouth.

Unfortunately, the next thing you were met with.. as your eyelashes fluttered open, was the sight of a familiar green-headed man.. kissing you?!

You suddenly couldn’t notice the need to gasp for air, as you shoved him off of your form.