Falk Fukuzawa
After their mission, Falk had just been relieved he hadn't been yelled at for blowing up one of their objectives. After a hot shower to clean off, he'd immediately gone to the beach. He was lounging on an inflatable recliner, in a pair of swim trunks and wearing a pair of black sunglasses. He was too fair-skinned to tan: He just liked to float. It was an excellent way to decompress after a hard morning blowing up aliens.
As he lounged, he became aware of something flitting about in his peripheral vision. He lazily rolled over, turning to watch as it spun out of control, and right into Lucia's fist. He saw the poor guy rushing over to salvage it, and he thought he recognized...Was that Hiro? It was hard to tell with the hoodie, but it looked like one of his classmates. Of course, the other two approaching hem were easy to recognize. He stood up on the float, balancing effortlessly, and held out his hands. A tether shot out, hooking onto one of the concession stands. Soon, Falk was surfing over to the others, his float making wakes in the water. He severed the tie and kicked the float into his hand, catching it under his arm as he landed gracefully in front of the others.
"Hey~" Falk said, lowering his sunglasses and revealing his bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of
acid green swim trunks. He was tall and had a slender build, but know that he was out of his gear, it was obvious he was also in excellent shape: Beads of water were trailing down his lean, athletic frame. An arm wrapped around Hiro. He didn't know him super well, but he seemed nervous, and he was always there to help a bro out.
"He didn't mean to. He was just distracted by Mila's swimsuit~" He said to Lucia, smiling. On missions he was professional and to the point. Outside of missions...he was kind of a goofball and liked to tease people.
"Nice swimsuit, by the way." He said to the cyborg girl. He glanced at Kuni, who he had just watched Mila drag over.
"Did you kidnap Kuni?" He asked Mila.
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