OVERFLOW for | 012 | The Beach Episode

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Amaterasu

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[ooc: continued from here]

[Nothing curb stomps Sanji's "fun" like being ignored by the target of his ire, and he stands there, hand still covering his backside and temper continuing to boil. That's just fuckin rude; when someone's yelling at you, common courtesy demands you pay attention. This shitty mutt is breaking all the rules.

A true adult would survey the situation, let it go, walk off for greener pastures (or at least rush off in search of cleavage). It's not as if he's got anything to gain by continuing their game of antagonizing each other. But at this point, Sanji's dedicated to the craft of being an asshole. The dog yawns at him and his mouth pulls into a stiff line. Silently, he turns for the water.

It's not the wave of justice he plans to send crashing down on the dog's head; just a flick of water at the canine's nose, and if it turns, the animal will see Sanji crouched down in the sand and staring back]

Oi. You're being rude.

Even dogs should have manners!

[mamaterasu]

[It may not be the greatest retaliation, but it really is the most effective. Snorting loudly as salt water is inhaled through her nose, the wolf springs up on her feet, shaking her head and sneezing out the water that lodged itself in her poor snout. Licking her nose and whiskers, Ammy looks up and gives a flat stare to the, er-hem gentleman that woke her up, Lips curling back over her pointed teeth. Rude? What the heck was that just now, if not even more rude?! Sir, she was sleeping! Haven't you heard the saying about letting sleeping dogs lie?

No? Well, then clearly this means war.

Like the petulant child Ammy is, she twitches her tail and draws a trail of ink from the shallows right to Sanji's face - unseen unless one truly concentrates or believes her to be more than what she appears. The water follows the ink like a canal, shooting itself from the sea like a geyser right at the poor man's face. Ammy snorts, then begins to laugh in the wheezy way only she can, a sound like a hyena'a cackle, her tongue hanging from her jaws and bouncing with each breath.]