[The beach house itself is...old. Like a lot of things Ochako owns, the small cabin was given to her to rent when she moved out of her parents' home to alleviate some of their financial stress. She was no better off than them, really, but thought she could handle herself a bit with some grit and hard work! It's been a rough ride, and she's had to resort to combing the beach for lost jewelry to pawn off sometimes when oyster diving, or clam digging, didn't turn out much of a profit, but...it's fine!! She's got this!
She's out in the somewhat early morning - about six or seven - and stretches a bit before picking up her bucket and trowel to do some digging in the shallows. Hopefully there'll be enough of a find this time for a profit and some tasty breakfast. She's had to skip a few breakfasts over the past few days, or just have a small bit of fruit like an apple or banana to tide her over until...d-dinner. She's uh...not expecting to find a person on the shore, let alone a child. A merchild.
Dropping her bucket and trowel, eyes wide and mouth open slightly - much like a fish herself - Ochako stares a moment before racing over.]
H-Hey!! Hey, c'mon, wake up! Are you okay?! You can't be on the beach...someone might f-find you and... [And Ochako doesn't want to think what'd happen. She tugs off her windbreaker and gently wraps the girl in it, trying to hide her fishy bits as best as possible in case someone wanders up the beach.]
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She's out in the somewhat early morning - about six or seven - and stretches a bit before picking up her bucket and trowel to do some digging in the shallows. Hopefully there'll be enough of a find this time for a profit and some tasty breakfast. She's had to skip a few breakfasts over the past few days, or just have a small bit of fruit like an apple or banana to tide her over until...d-dinner. She's uh...not expecting to find a person on the shore, let alone a child. A merchild.
Dropping her bucket and trowel, eyes wide and mouth open slightly - much like a fish herself - Ochako stares a moment before racing over.]
H-Hey!! Hey, c'mon, wake up! Are you okay?! You can't be on the beach...someone might f-find you and... [And Ochako doesn't want to think what'd happen. She tugs off her windbreaker and gently wraps the girl in it, trying to hide her fishy bits as best as possible in case someone wanders up the beach.]