fandomhigh | Things to Do at the Beach, Galactica Point, Friday Morning, Class #4

"Good morning," Jarod grinned, more focused than he'd been the week before. He was also wearing a swimsuit and his hair was damp. There was also a battery-operated CD player, currently playing The Beach Boys' greatest hits. "It's getting a bit warmer, so I thought we could try something a little different today. Today we'll be surfing. We have a collection of surfboards or bodyboards for you to choose from. Be careful with them, though, since they're on loan."

"Also," he said, gesturing towards a pile of equipment over on the sand, "we've got wetsuits available, if the water's too cold for you."

He grinned, possibly anticipating getting back out and doing some surfing for himself. "For those of you who don't want to surf, there's also some snorkeling equipment. All I ask is that you be careful, swim with a buddy, and snorkel in an area away from where people are surfing, so we don't have any accidents. Or there's always the get a tan and build sand castles option."

The CD player switched to Jan and Dean. "Go have fun!"

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Jack did his best impression of a fur collar and stretched himself across Jarod's shoulders, whuffling happily, and grinned down at Isabel, pointedly ignoring any and all threats of thwapping.

"If you want to go into the water, Isabel," he suggested, "I think I'm probably okay watching Jack for a while."

Isabel smiled, "Thank you Jarod, I think I will. You be good," she told Jack before heading over to find a wet suit and a body board.

Nodding, Jack watched her go, then craned his head around to look at Jarod, one ear pricked forward in question. //Now what?//

"Do you want play?" Jarod asked. "I'm sure I could find a stick for you to chase, or a ball, or a frisbee or something."

Jack sighed and hung his head. //It's still me in here.// Bracing his feet, he leapt off Jarod's shoulder, landing lightly on the ground. Casting an eye down the beach, he glanced up at Jarod and yipped several times, then nodded, paws dancing. //A frisbee might be fun, though.//

"Or you could just hang out here," Jarod suggested, "but I imagine it can't be comfortable for you, under all that fur. Maybe just some water?"

He pulled a frisbee out of his bag as he began looking for a new bottle.

It was warm, but there was something very appealing about the frisbee. He darted forward and grabbed it, bouncing on his back legs.

"Hey!" Jarod chuckled as he straighted, "I guess it's your throw, then."

Jack tossed his head, flipping the frisbee to land as close to Jarod as he could manage, and crouched in the sand, watching him intently.

Jarod bent and picked up the frisbee, and flicked his wrist, sending it off to his right.

Jack raced after it and leapt straight up into the air, trying to catch it.

He missed. But it was very close. He picked it up when it landed and trotted back to Jarod, dropping it at his feet expectantly.

"Oh, I see," he said, amused, "I'm just here for your entertainment." He winged it off towards the water, but not hard enough that Jack would get wet if he didn't want to.

Parker took pictures from the sidelines, grinning.

Jack shook his head at Parker, then raced after the frisbee, bounding into the water after it.

When he returned, he dropped it, planted his feet, and shook himself, sending water flying everywhere.

Screeching, Parker backed away. "JAAACK!"

Jack dropped his jaw in a silent laugh, then ducked behind Jarod, peering out from between his knees.

"Now, Parker," Jarod held his hands up, laughing, "he's just a fox. He doesn't know any better."

"Oh, he so does, he's just using this transformation to get away with stuff that would get him whapped! And you're still getting whapped when you're human again!" Parker said, shaking her finger at him threateningly. "Ugh."

Jack whined and looked up at Jarod, nudging him with his nose, but his ears were quivering with mirth.

Jarod crouched down and put his arms around Jack, looking up at Parker with woeful brown eyes. "You're going to hit him for doing what comes naturally? It'd be like whapping you for shopping."

"Okay, that is *so* unfair." Parker glared at both woebegone faces, and bit her lip hard to keep from cracking up. "You're not cute! Neither of you! Not as cute as you think you are, anyway!"

Jack glanced up at Jarod, then over at Parker, grinnning and tilting his head to the side. //We so are.//

Jarod winked at Jack, then continued looking balefully up at Parker.

Parker had to open her eyes eventually. And was confronted by cuteness again. "Damnit."

Jack got petted and scratched behind the ears. Jarod got kissed, fast enough not to be *too* noticeable. "It's not. Fair. At all. I could so never cute my way out of stuff with you two."

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