The only reason he was at the beach was for the simple matter of passing through the area. There wasn't much of a way around it unless he wished to go through crowded streets – at least the beach held space for all the people and space enough for him to feel comfortable. The environment of a beach city was rather disturbing to him with bumping into people and all of them wearing improper clothing in the summer heat. Of course, the beach wasn't much better in one regard – in fact it was a lot worse if he accidentally strayed his eyes and caught sight of the people lining the ocean. For the most part, though, he kept his eyes either on the sand or the horizon; the people were in a different dimension as far as he was concerned.

It was later in the evening so most logical people were cleared from the beach for dinner. However, the unruly ones were around, still, and he regretted bothering to try and avoid the earlier wave of people. These were the worst ones, he concluded. He stepped on a wooden walkway, a place where, once again, a logical person wouldn't step with bare feet. However, his mind frame wasn't the same as others. He found out the hard way that there was no escaping the people, they would be everywhere in this wretched town and there was nothing he could do about it. Just what was it that made people attracted to the ocean? The thought of sharks eating them was pleasing enough. It would get them out of his way, anyway.

Then he had someone bump into him and the glare he wore on his face was instantly swapped with embarrassment and horror when he turned around. He planned on scolding this careless person, either silently or with words he wasn't completely sure. His glare was usually enough to make people back down; this, however, was no one he could hold his glare straight with. It was a woman with the indecency to wear nothing but a small top and bottom – what people of this day would call a bikini – what people like him would call a disturbing nuisance that needed to be covered up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She said. He was looking away from her, small details escaped his mind like the fact that she was tightly holding onto the top part of her bathing suit.

He tried to walk forward. Ignorance was his best bet at getting away from this thing. She reached out and grabbed him with a free hand, though, and he stopped rather reluctantly. While he wanted to jerk his arm out of her grasp it would be rather rude. He would give her the small amount of patience he had, just for a moment.

"Uhm, would you mind doing something for me?" She asked, dropping her hand back to her chest. He didn't look at her still, but decided he could stay long enough to see what request she had. Perhaps she was looking for clothes, of which he thought she needed a lot more of.

"What might that be?" He asked. His voice was a cold shock to her. He wasn't friendly sounding at all, though, she should have figured he was an odd one, after all he was dressed up in a jacket and pants when it was nearly a hundred degrees out. She had run into him, though. It was clearly a sign he was there to help her.

"Well, you see... the top on my bathing suit, the string sort of...came undone. My friends are back at our hotel already so I have no one to help me and I just happened to run into you... do you think you could tie it for me? Please?" She blinked her blue eyes at him pleadingly even though he wasn't looking at her. She hoped he could feel her staring at him.

He blinked only once at her request, though on the inside he was frantic with the news he had just received. She was in quite a predicament, one that he certainly wanted nothing to do with. He debated simply throwing his jacket back at her, but he had a feeling she wouldn't take that offer and his jacket would end up on the ground.

"Is there no other solution for you?" He said as calmly as possible. The thought of turning around to look at her was bad enough. The thought of turning around to look at her then have to tie up something for her was a nightmare.

"Well I could always just run around with my hands holding it up until I can get through town, but...ya know, I could trip or bump into someone or my arms could get too tired for me to bother anymore, plus it's just embarrassing and it's embarrassing talking to you while I'm awkwardly holding my top up as it is."

This woman sure likes to ramble a lot of nonsense. He frowned. She did have a point, though. If he refused her offer she could walk around in even worse a condition than she was already in. He couldn't allow her to wander about the streets with the chances of what she described, could he? It would be impolite for him to ignore her and the results could be quite detrimental.

he stared at him expectantly. She didn't understand why he was having such a hard time doing such a simple thing. Was he just rude? Or perhaps he was shy. She was approaching him with a rather awkward request after all and they were just strangers.

"If you would please, let me know when you are turned around so I may tie that cloth up for you." He had no other choice at this point, it was the right action to take, though he truly believed she should have confronted another woman for such a task. He glanced around and hadn't found anyone close to them, though, so that escape wasn't an available option.

"Oh! Thank you so much!" She said cheerfully. She spun around. "Alright." She understood his wanting her to be turned around; she thought it was cute how shy he was.

Reluctantly, Wolf turned around. Once again he ignored all the small details and tried his hardest to not look at anything but the strings he was to be tying together. Of course, the strings were dangling down her body in a rather displeasing manner. He snatched them up quickly, trying not to pay attention to her body. He was frustrated that she hadn't even bothered to move her hair out of the way; her hair of which was long, blonde and damp. She hadn't been in the water for a while probably considering her hair wasn't soaked, so he questioned himself on how she had even managed to let this measly piece of cloth come apart if she wasn't even in the water. He didn't bother talking to her as he quickly shoved her hair out of the way and tied up the string in a less than elegant knot.

"That is all," he said, turning around again before she could beat him to the action.

"Wait!" She said before he could even take a step. He sighed silently. He had had enough of this woman and her inappropriate attire. His only words left for her were to get better clothes so she wouldn't happen upon that issue again. He decided to keep walking regardless of her request. He had done his part in trying to help her, he was through with her and whatever it was she had left to say. She ducked herself in front of him, though.

"It would be polite of me to at least give you a name and... I think I should get a name from you too, after all you are my hero." It sounded like she was teasing him, but the tone of her voice was the least of his concerns. He accidentally looked at her for a brief moment and again his face was flushed in a faint red color, one that stood out against his pale skin. He glanced away toward the ocean's cresting waves.

She cocked a smile at him and giggled. "You're something else."

"I have business to attend to. If you wouldn't mind removing yourself from my path I would like to get back to what I was doing before your predicament fell into my way."

"Business? Not many people go to a beach because they have business to attend to," she said. She had a feeling he was trying to brush her off. He was an odd person, she noticed it much more now that she wasn't frantically trying to get herself fixed up. His hair was incredibly long – even more strange was the fact that it was white and he didn't look much older than herself. It was probably dyed, she concluded. His outfit, too, was ridiculous. Setting the summer heat aside, even in the winter it wasn't at all something a normal person would wear – it looked like a costume of some sort, though she wasn't entirely sure about that either. Whatever his case was, she was interested in him.

"I wasn't planning on walking down here but it seemed the easier route."

"Uh huh..." she pondered that. It was a much shorter walk using the road if he was trying to get out of this particular town. "My name is Reina." She decided she needed to just say it or she might never get the chance. He seemed anxious to get away from her, but, she always thought if people met they needed to exchange names.

"Wolf." He muttered, hoping she would be satisfied enough to let him finally leave.

"Wolf, huh? It suits you. Thank you for your time. Maybe I will see you again sometime?"

"Perhaps." He said for her own satisfaction, though in his thoughts he decided she better not count on it. He would avoid her if by chance their paths crossed again.