[CRAB CHASING MONTAGE!! but yeah, they're not catching twenty-- Will can fit, like. two in his vest, if he folds it over itself into a makeshift bag. but that's okay! because. . . it's fun, darting around the sand and the water like this, laughing and digging for wriggly crustaceans, watching as she smiles and giggles and enthusiastically hunts down her quarry. . .]
[. . .]
[she's so. . . cute. . .]
[at the end, Will is wet and dirty enough that he doesn't mind flopping into the surf with a small sigh, lips curved into a content smile]
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[. . .]
[she's so. . . cute. . .]
[at the end, Will is wet and dirty enough that he doesn't mind flopping into the surf with a small sigh, lips curved into a content smile]
Well. . . we're a ways off from twenty, but--
[HE FEELS SUCCESSFUL]