[One thing is for certain: Ardyn’s umbrella has been his steadfast companion throughout the entirety these festivities. He is one of those Weirdos who is not at all dressed properly for the beach — though he’s removed his usual black overcoat, he still wears a shirt with long sleeves (though they’re rolled up to his elbows) and a vest, along with his usual dark trousers and black boots. Why is he not sweating up a storm? It is A Mystery.
Now, though, the umbrella remains closed, its tip planted squarely in the sand as he takes a short break from meandering about. In his other hand? He carries a large watermelon, the fruit being shuffled into his arms rather unexpectedly by a very enthusiastic food vendor as he had passed by. A gift for a refugee, the man had said, and Ardyn is far too indulgent in what he considers ridiculous to have given it back.
Still, what. Does he do with this. Watermelon. Surely not eat it, why would he do that?
He holds it out to a young woman passing by, because why not?]
beach shenanigans; food with hint of wildcard
Now, though, the umbrella remains closed, its tip planted squarely in the sand as he takes a short break from meandering about. In his other hand? He carries a large watermelon, the fruit being shuffled into his arms rather unexpectedly by a very enthusiastic food vendor as he had passed by. A gift for a refugee, the man had said, and Ardyn is far too indulgent in what he considers ridiculous to have given it back.
Still, what. Does he do with this. Watermelon. Surely not eat it, why would he do that?
He holds it out to a young woman passing by, because why not?]
A most generous present for you.
[Take… it. He has literally zero use for it.]