[ Randel gives her a quick, firm nod before starting to pull off his shirt, his boots, his slacks, his gloves. They're all neatly folded to sit atop his bag, hopefully to keep some of the sand out of them, and it just leaves him in his underclothes as he looks back at her.
Steeling himself, he refuses to look around, see if people are disgusted, and heads towards the water. He'll go about waist deep before stopping. ]
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Steeling himself, he refuses to look around, see if people are disgusted, and heads towards the water. He'll go about waist deep before stopping. ]