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With an almost alarming thump, Milo flopped down in the sand beside David as they returned to the campsite, dropping into the loose earth at full force and not giving a damn as the warm grains infiltrated his clothing from the impact. His jacket, like everything else he wore, was dirty already as it was, a little sand in the pockets definitely wouldn't make a difference, and besides, the sand would be there forever, as he saw it, he knew full well that the little granules were nigh-impossible to get rid off once they got down into various crevices. There would come a day, sometime after all this, when he and his friends had surely moved on in their individual lives...a time where he would reach into the pockets of his ratty old jacket and pull out what he could only think at that moment to be 'the sands of time,' as it were.
Rolling over from his near face-down collision with the ground, Milo only pulled more sand up and around him, grinning up at the darkening sky as he practically buried himself. It wouldn't be the first time that day that he had been nestled beneath the sand, though the previous time had been the work of his friends, by his insistence, of course.

[color=fff79a]"Man,"[/color] he breathed as he finally caught up with his breath and laughed as he released another breath full of words, almost too heavy to actually catch what was being said, [color=fff79a]"I needed that."[/color] He laid there, then, for a moment, just listening to his friends work and converse and do all they were doing. The sound of the waves washing ashore, the breeze rustling through the branches of nearby palms, and the steady work and prattling of the guys... it was enough to lull Milo to sleep at that moment, were he not fighting the urge with every ounce of strength he had left. Had he not continued playing with the sand around him, absently picking up handfuls before letting them rain down and slip through his fingers, one might even assume he really [i]had[/i] nodded off, as it was so rare to see the young man laying so still as he was.

[color=fff79a]"I'll help with the food,"[/color] he spoke out, [color=fff79a]"But only if y'all like your dogs and 'mallows black and on fire,"[/color] he chuckled, [color=fff79a]"I make a [i]mean[/i] charcoal~"[/color]