Footsteps crunched into the sand, causing Lucy to bristle up like a porcupine. His already spikey fur clumped together in tighter locks from the sand and seawater, making him only spikier. He kind've, humorously, looked like a sea urchin if you looked at him from the right angle.

Then it moved, grumbled, and every bone in his body tried its absolute best to come alive and fight again. Yet only his face flopped out, exhausted on the sand. It was normal looking. Striking in color, maybe, but relatively normal. Soft, and gently handsome looking features- marred only by the scowl it produced. He was visually young, though his hateful expressions always aged him.

What the fuck do you think you're doing? The sea urchin boy snarled.

His vision was kind of hazy, likely concussed from slapping against rocks while the ocean tore him apart. Yet he forced a paw under himself anyway. Heaving the whole way up, he sat upright in the worst, crumpled, and clearly not-all-there posture.

Lucy's head swirled, forcing him to wince as he fought off the feeling to throw up.