going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

Clouse was in Avella's care, giving Scully a chance to stretch his legs and get some energy out without the youth holding him back or having to worry about what trouble he might get the other two into. It wouldn't have been the first time that he'd gotten unwitting company into a scrape or other trouble because his search for fun had taken them a bit too far, and he did particularly feel like ruffling feathers this morning.

The sky was clear and as deep a blue as the sea and its estuaries below. Time and the erosion it brought had created quite an interesting environment, one that Scully had certainly never had the pleasure of playing in before. Never minding the muck that attempted stubbornly to cling to his long legs and belly, he trudge from island to island, enjoying the challenge that navigating them provided. It wasn't the best of places to be distracted and not paying attention to one's surroundings, but Scully did not yet have enough life experience to be as vigilant as necessary.

He stood at the edge of the water, sinking slowly into the gritty sludge as he surveyed and calculated his transition to the next sandbar. Last thing he needed was to drown out here.