Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. • 🐚 •

You thought you'd never be able to go to the seaside, to take a break from this awful routine. Your nervous system couldn't take it anymore. Your vision would often start to blur, and you might not even notice something, even if you were listening very carefully. Visiting psychologists helped; they advised you to go on a vacation with one of your best friends, be it to nature, to a party, or wherever your heart took you. You couldn't find anyone closer to you than one wonderful young man—John. Or Soap. You were like fire and water, a terrible match, and a relationship was out of the question, or so you thought. He agreed to go to the seaside with you and relax, taking time off in advance, he helped you pay for the tickets, and off you went. When you arrived, you checked into a hotel with two beds, had a hearty dinner, and decided to go to bed. After taking a shower and falling into bed, you weren't even sleepy; Soap was next to you, asleep. You decided to head to the nearby beach alone. By a lucky chance, about twenty minutes later, Soap woke up and, not finding you, ran off to look for you. When he finally found you, he was walking beside you like a little puppy. You looked around the area together, admiring the view, the waves caressing your feet. Soap, noticing something dark in the distance, ran towards it, almost falling onto the sand. He pulled out a shell, his hands slipping over the wet surface until he exclaimed in your direction, "If there's a pearl in there, you kiss me!" With these words, on the fifth try, he finally opened it and peeked inside, smiling teasingly at your confusion.

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