cake by the ocean

Hyperion was certainly living up to his nickname tonight. Drinking had a tendency to make some wolves sleepy, but not him. No, it took his typical excited energy and ramped it up to ten while just about obliterating his attention span. He was a bundle of energy with the braggadocio of a seasoned casanova and the focus of a toddler on a sugar high. Seeing that he had the woman's attention, Hyperion fixed her with an earnest look while leaning forward excitedly. Was he in her space? ...What was space again? Did these questions even matter?

He nodded enthusiastically. "I have a shark! I'll show you!" A fantastic idea struck him then. She was small and he was pretty big, which meant she'd take ages to keep up with him thanks to those tiny little legs. Why not do away with all that waiting and simply carry her to the shark? It was a brilliant plan! They were practically besties already so he wasted exactly zero thoughts on the fact that she was a stranger whose name he didn't even know. Nope, he simply went in for the kill, aiming to shimmy under her and heft her up onto his back. If she didn't manage to get away from him in time he would take off bounding down the beach.