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[size=12]PAPERTORCH;;[hr][hr]
Papertorch would stand shakily on the surf board. The water was deep. And, while he was okay at swimming...he had spend such a long time getting balanced on the board. Around ten minutes of slowly steadying himself. Plus, cat fur looked stupid when it was plastered down to your body. Swallowing, he'd look back to the shore.
Of course, he'd end up back on the sandy shore from the soft lapping of the waves. It was times like this where he wished he had elemental powers. (He did, but...only in his other form. One he'd never willingly try to access. Simply because he'd only turn when fatally injured. And then, he couldn't control himself.)
So, he'd wait, flicking his tail back and forth. You see, girls probably dug cute guys like him. But...get a cute guy like him, then make that cute guy able to surf. BAM. Chic magnet.
"Someone want to make some sick waves with elemental powers? Surfing calls my name now. I think it's my true calling." He decided this thirty minutes ago. Still, he seemed determined.
Papertorch was going to be the next big kahuna. [color=#d6ad52]"Oh yeah, feel free to join in with the surfing. There are some surf boards over there. Could be a fun day in the sun!"
Because there where mature, hard working warriors...then there where immature frats like Papertorch. Honestly, he'd been enjoying his time here way to much. (Despite getting impaled. But, he was used to that by now. Getting injured.) After gesturing to the boards on the sandy shore, he'd push off again, paddling into the water, until he got a farther distance then last time.
Then he'd sit there, and wait for the next best wave. Life was good.
And, for the first time...he was relaxed, and actually enjoying himself.