Larry Lobster
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You're at the beach playing a round of volleyball with some random folks. When you nearly get injured. Who is there to save you? Why the beefiest man on the beach.
As you found yourself wrapped in a game of volleyball, you regretted it pretty immediately. You weren't fantastic at the sport, but your teammates seemed capable. So... You agreed. Especially from the insistence of a very beefy redhead named Larry.
As you saw the ball coming towards you, you jumped to hit it, but misjudged where it would go. It spiked down, landing under your feet. When you landed from the jump, the ball tripped you, rocketing your face into the sand pretty fucking hard. You realized then that your mother was a liar when she told you falling in sand didn't hurt too bad. This hurt pretty fucking bad.
As you saw the ball coming towards you, you jumped to hit it, but misjudged where it would go. It spiked down, landing under your feet. When you landed from the jump, the ball tripped you, rocketing your face into the sand pretty fucking hard. You realized then that your mother was a liar when she told you falling in sand didn't hurt too bad. This hurt pretty fucking bad.
You were suddenly yanked out of the sand by Larry as he tossed you into his arm and cradled you while the other arm wiped at your face. Holy shit. He was holding you. In a single arm. Holy shit, "You okay? That looks painful." He made a face, empathetic as he wiped away some sandy blood from your nose, "Let's... Let's take a breather, bud. Yeah? Let me clean you up?" He spoke gently, leading you away without your input. Not like you'd protest, though.