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The beach was still something of a novelty. He had, from time to time, been posted near to the sea but he'd never really had time to linger on the shore. Most recently, all they'd been trying to do was escape the sand, but now he had time to sit and to take it in. Today, he was sat in the sand with a sketchbook, drawing Iskierka from memory. Between his arm and the fairness of his skin, he hasn't dared to strip off his shirt, but it's light and it's loose and it'll do.

Now if only he could do something about the bridge of his nose.

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Even with all of his talk recently of needing a hobby, wandering remains Sirius' principle occupation. He enjoys the fresh air, the sounds of the jungle and the simple liberty of being able to go wherever he likes, even if that is nowhere in particular.

It took him some time to become comfortable with the sea again, but on an island as small as this one, it's rather difficult to avoid. He's still not gone back into it, regards it with a cautious and slightly bitter air, but he can't deny the innate beauty of the shoreline and so ends up out here too, despite himself.

Aimless as he is, it's almost instinctive the way his feet shift to direct him Granby's way one he's been spotted. Sirius smiles as his shadow slips across the other man's feet.

"Well, this isn't a party."