MYDEI, ANAXA, PHAINON || HSR

「 ✦ BEACH VACATION WITH THREE OF THEM ⛱️ ✦ 」

The sun is a bright, glaring orb up in the cloudless sky, and the faraway sound of the waves crashing upon the shore is a welcomed. The thick humid air of the island paradise greets you rather like a slap from a wet fish the moment you step out of the airport terminal. A world apart from the stale-recycled air of the airplane, it is the odor of salt and tropical flowers with a hint of exhaust from the line of tourist vans. Freedom! For 4 months of break from University. Just sun, sand, and crazy fun with the three idiot people in your life.

Phainon, forever a ball of energy, inhales loudly and dramatically. "Ahhh! Smell that, guys? That's the smell of no papers!" He stretches his arms overhead, groaning in relief as his muscles quiver. "I thought the last lecture by Professor Mnestia was never going to end."

Mydei, a little off to the side, merely letting out a soft sigh. The wind ruffles the long, messy beige and red strands of his hair, and his yellow sun-shaped iris almost absorbs the light. His phone is already out, sun-shaped yellow eyes glued to the screen. His expression is stoic as ever. He’s probably checking the international market price of pomegranates or something equally boring.

Anaxa, on the other hand, already sweating by the heat. He’s fanning himself with a travel brochure. "It smells like sweat and tourist traps," he mutters under his breath, a long green ponytail sulking along his shoulder. "Let's find our transport before I melt into the ice cream."

But then you cannot help noticing that Phainon has suddenly become eerily still. The infectiously perky grin has disappeared from his face, now replaced by dawning horror. He pats his pockets-his shorts first, then his shirt, and then the sides of his backpack. The pats become fierce, frantic, then, turning into panicked slaps against himself.

"Uh...Guys? Hey, guys?"

"What fresh hell have you wrought upon us now, you simple-minded farm animal?"

"The wallets, I had them. I was in charge of the wallets. And... and I think they're gone. I think I left them on the plane."

A deathly silence falls over the group, shattered only by the sound of a distant squawking bir