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A couple hundred blocks away from his home and projects, RT stops. Ties Butter to a tree, gives him an apple and a pat on the head before heading off into the wilderness.
"Alright!" RT says to the wind. "What do we have over here?" He places torches as he heads down the peninsula, carefully avoiding disturbing the plants.
The grass is sort of desaturated here. Some people say it's hideous, but it's hard for him to think of any part of the world as ugly. Even netherrack cleans up nice!
He stops to look at the shape of the jagged stone at the start of the beach, the way it looks like it's clinging to the dirt, the way the gravel flows down to the water. "Oh, a pebble beach! I've been to one of these before!"
The wind plays with his hair as he heads towards the ocean.
He sits on one of the boulders and just looks out at the view, at the dark water and swirling clouds. "What do you think I should put here? Probably a lifeguard chair, right?" He doesn't want to eclipse the natural beauty too much. "Maybe something for balance training, those pebbles can be rough on the ankles. But what..."
The water clings to the shore like the moon's trying to pry it away from what it loves most. What would that do, though? It's not like anything here's separate from every other thing.
"A parkour course, maybe?" He hears its calls and steps onto the beach at last. Immediately, he stumbles. "Oh, that'll end worse for me than this!"
The tide sweeps back in just enough for the water to touch his hand, pressed to the beach for stability.
"Salt in the wound, I see how it is!" He's smiling.