Justin takes his hand gratefully, muttering a few more curses in German. He pushes some hair out of his eyes, just to have it fall back in the same spot.

The boy lays on his back on the rock, comfortably, and stares up at the sky, seeming to think it's a beautiful day outside.

Justin watches him, silently.

The boy seems content. He doesn't seem like he's going to ask Justin for his name--instead, he seems like he's going to wait for him to get comfortable enough to ask.

Justin chews his lip, trying to remember the English his mother taught him.

The boy rolls over a bit, onto his side. He seems strangely comfortable around a complete stranger...

Justin perks up. "I am Justin. What are you called?" He frowns a bit, aware that he's not quite right.

(Rhyming. And Chess-Chan is bugging meee.)

((I seee.))

The boy flopped over onto his stomach, tilting his head at him. "I'm Seymour!" he greeted in a surprisingly loud, bright voice.

(Save mee.)

Justin nods. "Hello."

((I caaan't.))

"Hiiiii!" Seymour seemed quite cheery. "How did you get here?"

(-whines- Go on facefail and save meee.)

"Plane crashed." He points towards the wreckage.

((I dun see where you need saving.))

"Oh..." Seymour frowned. "That's sad."

Justin nods in agreement.

(Did you see my status on my other account?)

((Nuu.))

Seymour nodded, stretching himself out more. He looked content.

(Go look.)

Justin watches him and floats in the water.

((I wiiilll. I think imma sign off and nap for a little while...I'm falling asleep at the keyboard and I feel awful...))

"You the only survivor of the crash?" Seymour asked, contently.

"Not sure...Haven't looked yet."

(Kay. I only have 6 min anyway. I'll be on tomorrow. I think. XD)

((Kay. Imma go then.*is too tired to post at the moment* XD))

(Kay. XD)

"Well, go looook!" Seymour huffed. "I'll come with!"

Justin nods. "All right." He heads back to shore slowly, trying not to fall.

Seymour went with him, almost skipping. He seemed way too cheery.

Justin wanders back the way he came, until he trips over a stick, that is. He just lays in the sand, laughing silently.

Seymour helped him up, cheerily. His skin seemed a little cold... "You okay?"

Justin nods. "Mm-hm." He wipes at his mouth, trying to get the sand out.