The atmosphere was soothing, the gentle waves crashing on the shore at the witch guy and the oxford blue coloured haired mans bare feet, the vast ocean spreading out infront of them as the witch guy spoke like a little kid.
"I hate this, i like my pond better."
His words were innocent and without any meaning behind them but it was far from the truth.
The man, standing next to him says reassuringly well not, mostly mocking.
"You'll be fine."
The scene cuts to the wizard coughing violently, wet gloved hand clutching at his neck, his long deep red tongue out as he manages to say through coughs.
"I DRANK... *Cough spit* SEA WATER!!!!!"
The man desperately tries to spit the salty water out, grunting and spitting
"ARGHHH!!!"
He was so frustrated.
The man, who was just a few feet away was barely holding it together, almost dying out of laughter. With tears running down his eyes and a smirk barely hidden he closes his eyes shut and tries to hold it in.