"Tch, you're one to complain about the cold when you're dressed for summer," the youth snorts as he walks up to take a seat on the thick pieces of driftwood hauled over to serve as seats by the fire. He's already gotten his piece of paper, and though the temptation to hurl it into the fire was absolutely maddening, Katsuki only managed to crumple it up and stuff it back into his pocket. He's not one for fireside chats, but it beats the obscenely sweet (literally...ugh) sleepover party he could not stomach.

They're both not exactly a talkative duo, and Katsuki is fine with that. He enjoys silence more than the raucous white noise of a crowd, or whatever. The crashing waves, the crackle of the fire, the flickering embers as they rise to meet the night sky...like loose stars trying to climb back up to heaven...it's peaceful.