Isra couldn't decide if her anxiety about being out in the sun was getting better or worse. Normally she didn't dare leave her house during the summer months, doing her best to stay as far away as she could and yet-

Here she was again, with sun hot sand between her toes and the shadow of her banette keeping her save from the rays of the sun that would otherwise boil her blood for her.

With enough time and weaving through people and excuse me and oh sorry! the woman finds the friend she was seeking. Time with Alexei was a preciuos this despite his antics. Because of them even.

"Lexi!" she waves as she approaches, she hasn't yet noticed someone else weaving through the crowd on much the same path as her.

Alexei Ivanov

Isra is quick to follow the bobbing sunscreen that has an Alexei attached to the other side of it. Her move surprisingly quick through the sand despite the knot in her stomache about trying to go swimming. She's only ever done it after dark, the only time she's ever thought it safe.

She's going to make it work, she's already decided that.

There's a bit of a bounce in her step when she reached the edge of his towel, plotting down on her rump and quickly curling her sundress around her so that it didn't try to run away. The shadow of her Banette curls up like a canopy to keep the sun away from her as she pushes up the brim of her sun hat.

"Why is there so many people?" she knows, technically, but like a starstruck child she asks anyway. To her it's never quite this busy on the beach.

Alexei Ivanov

Isra doesn't really know what to say to that. Probably because she doesn't know either and the entire thing here is foreign to her anyway. She's just sort of lost under the sun, he offers her sun screen even and she just looks at the bottle for a moment.

"No thank you, it's not really going to do me any good." she glances up at the shadow of her pokemon, because it's the greatest help she could possibly have. "Did I ever tell you I'm alergic? To the sun I mean. Sun block isn't going to help me."

She's a lot more nonchalont about it than he expected to be. Usually it's such a hard thing to say, but she's been surprising herself like that a lot more lately.

Something catchs her eye and she looks over her shoulder at the crowd, scrunches her brows and returns her attention to Alexei.

Alexei Ivanov

He doesn't even bat an eye. Just keeps going like it's the most normla alergic reaction to have in the world. There's a part of Isra that's grateful for it. It makes things a little easier. "You're welcome. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you sooner." she's still looking away, the comment a half murmur.

By the time she looks back at him there's an umbrella up over them and her Banette is receding, though he stays present and close by her side just in case. He knows best of all her pokeon how damning the sun is.

"Thank you, I don't think anything is wrong." she glances back at the crowd again. "I never really stopped being on edge after that stalker incident I think." she was already regularly on edge before that, it just made it worse. "Are you going to swim?"

Alexei Ivanov

"You're welcome. It does make a little more sense I suppose." her eyes flicker back to him, watching as he puts the bottle away before looking up at the umbrella above her.

she drum her fingers against her shis for a moment before answering. "I think it's because I'm pretty sometimes too. The last one said something about my hair in one of his notes. I think this one has to do with something else though."

If Isra knew any better she might have been disturbed by how nonchalont the topic was at this point. But this wasn't the first time anyway, so might as well be as far as she was concerned.

"Don't tell me you can't swim either? Even I can swim!" and she considered that to be saying something.

Alexei Ivanov

Isra just stares at him for a moment, blinky before fully registering what he's said and the almst ridiculousness of it. How in the world could he not know how to swim? "You do realize you could die around here for not knowing, right?" she can't fathom it.

The woman points to her ghost, still lingering close. "Pepper Spray." better than. He'd yeet a bitch if Isra needed it of him in a heartbeat and he chuckled his ghostly chuckle of agreement to a sentiment he understood well.

Isra looks at the crowd again, she's pretty sure the man has stopped but uncertain, she reaches for Alexei had. "We're swimming" she's already up and moving, her ghost expanding his shadow again to keep her safe as they move along the beach.

And it's insanely obvious now who had been following her, trying to keep himself from being too much so in the crowd makes him more so as they move towards the shore.

Alexei Ivanov

"Of course not, his name is Imp." actually it wasn't, she knew his real name she just didn't use it because Imp is what she called him when she was little and he liked it better nowadays anyway.

Isra doesn't stop until they're right at the shoreline, she'd been sure to wear a swimsuit under her sundress just in case but the idea of actually taking it off made her nervious. So much exposure if something happened- and she didn't know how the light in the water might affect her skin.

And then there's the little friend she didn't actully want.

"Will you go away already!" she yells across the sands at him, jaw tensing in annoyance. The individual seems to freeze in his tracks, thinking he wouldn't get caught at all.

Alexei Ivanov