{-Aquaman is immediately greeted by raw, unadulterated fear — a healthy amount of which is now directed towards him. He sees the bloodied, emaciated mental image of Cloud curling up even tighter, shaking-}
{Getoutofmyheadgetoutofmyheadgetoutofmyhead — please, I'll do anything, just — stop —}
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistMew! -Edmund follows through on Cassandra's sudden kiss- O-oh my... Thank ya. That was really nice... -Edmund eats some more fish at a faster rate-
-Cyril casually flexes various muscles as he reads- My my, isn't someone getting grabby~ Oh, it's alright, you might need to hold on my good miss. Even I don't know when these pecs will decide to bounce on their own~
DeerCassandra? It's alright, I ain't mad at ya. We're still gonna meet up later~
Woah woah! What did I say about being polite, there's no need to throw people off. Now, I'm getting up ladies, you should get off now. -Cyril closes his book and stands up after giving enough time for the girls to reach stable ground- Hmm, shall we go for a swim?
Deer-However, the effects of the massage wear off underwater, and he shrinks back to size. Under the confusion of the tidal wave, Cyril runs unnoticed into a changing booth- Oh drat, that's what I get for asking for a short term massage! I'm so embarrassed! I...I must retain my dignity somehow.... -Cyril escapes from the beach after changing-
Oh~ I'd like ta have some fun, Miss Cassandra~ How about we do that and have desert later!
Deer

The kid is dead, and it's my fault. There. Now you can leave with a clean conscience.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist