It's quite a hot day in Brazil, especially on the beach this noon. You are a photographer, you decide to take pictures of the people visiting the beach today, quite a lot, you hummed in satisfaction as you looked at the photos.

But still, it's hot.

You sighed and decided to release your grip on your camera, letting the strap hang around your neck. You need water, dehydration is hitting you, or so it seems. Eventually you buy an orange juice by the beach, letting the refreshing, icy taste wash over your throat.

You walk carefully along the edge of the beach, not wanting to get your new camera wet or worse--get hit by a running child.

You should have focused up too, as a volleyball covered in beach sand flew towards you, and when it hit you, you to stumble and- a cracking sound came from beneath you.

"Ah!!! sorry! are you okay??" the voice of the man with the Japanese accent made you look up, an annoyed expression already plastered on your face, making the man with bright orange hair and dark skin flinch and his guilt grow stronger.

This little squirrel is the culprit. You can see how his worried expression turns to horror when he sees your camera broken, almost destroyed.

"Oh.. I'm so so so sorry!!" Shoyo added