[ Jim's been at the beach often enough during the festival himself, enjoying the good weather, getting to know people, having some fun in the water, and occasionally greeting Momo, whenever he happens to come by. Jim may or may not have taken a liking to the giant creature, who seems to appreciate him too, as well as the fact that he pretty much doesn't litter. Ever.
When he arrives at the beach he doesn't even think much of the guy washing himself with the water (and sand?), with a bottle of whatever next to him. He's seen so much weird crap, that hardly raises any flags as it is. If their eyes meet he greets him with a brief smile, then some feet away he starts to undress until he's down to his tiny swimming shorts.
Then into the water he goes, only hesitating briefly at the shift in temperature before he's wading farther in, diving in head first once the water goes up to his waist. Momo might not even be around right now, but Jim's hoping he'll make himself known if he is. ]
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When he arrives at the beach he doesn't even think much of the guy washing himself with the water (and sand?), with a bottle of whatever next to him. He's seen so much weird crap, that hardly raises any flags as it is. If their eyes meet he greets him with a brief smile, then some feet away he starts to undress until he's down to his tiny swimming shorts.
Then into the water he goes, only hesitating briefly at the shift in temperature before he's wading farther in, diving in head first once the water goes up to his waist. Momo might not even be around right now, but Jim's hoping he'll make himself known if he is. ]