The presence of the little goldfish wasn’t all too surprising while he didn’t seem like he was paying attention, he really was. He heard every word she had to say and she even thanked him. His body shifted slightly when she sat down on the edge of the couch but nothing more than that.

[i]Ssssurfing?[/i] His mind raced at the idea of surfing. He had watched the humans do it from the heavens and while they were shores and waters in the heavens there were no oceans so surfing wasn’t something they did. But the idea of it looked basic enough and seemed similar a few other activities they did. A smirk moved across his face as he heard her storm out. Leaning back on the couch he glared at the paperwork. So he had until 6:45am to get all this done…

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The morning rolled around and Leon climbed out of his bed and stumbled down the staircase to the main hall and into the dining room. Hue looked up at him, a confused look on his somber face before shaking his head and returning to his book. Obviously the groggy Leon had something on his mind or the Lion would not be awake at this hour. Either he had something he wanted to do or stayed up way too late… or both.

“Oh my god…” A whispering sunbather said to another as they pointed in a direction.

“Whoa… he’s so hot…”

“Look at him he’s like a god!”

“You could wash shirts on those abs and hang off those arms.” 

Conversations exploded on the beach as a young man in a pair of swim trucks walked along the shoreline. His body tan reflecting from the sunlight, every muscle more defined than the last. A large hand ran through his golden hair as his amber-gold eyes scanned the scene around him. People seemed to unknowingly lean towards him as he walked, some girls he passed stumbled in their walk and nearly fell on each other. But did he care?

This was Leon, of course he didn’t care. His focus was on one thing and one thing only. “Goldfish.” He said with a smile as he set the board standing in the loose sand and leaned against it with a cheeky grin; any photographer would want that picture and slap it on the cover of any magazine. “Sorry I’m late. Are we ready to surf?”