Zuki is swimming through the water looking for plastic to use as jewelry. He finds himself close to the shore but doesn’t think much of it, as the beach is polluted and scarcely populated.
"hey."
Zuki panics, “uh, h-hi”. “I didn’t know anyone else was here”, Zuki says as he slowly backs away.
"it's fine. What's your name?"
“Um Z-zuki, yours?”
“Arsen.”
(Lmao) “oh um, what brings you here?”
"just exploring. What about you?"
“I’m looking for stuff too wear…like that!” Zuki points to a piece of plastic a few feet away.
"oh. You wear garbage?"
