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With summer in full swing, it was growing more and more difficult for Coba to find any time off. It had always been difficult to do so, but now it was about mid summer and he hadn’t had the time to do anything other than run the bar, sigh wistfully at his inability to go enjoy the beach, and sleep. That was what he had signed up for, but it was almost the end of the month and he hadn’t seen the hide nor hair of his friend. He had been growing more fond of his time spent with her and she was even starting to show signs of enjoying her time with him as well. They’d gona bug hunting together, had made some fancy decorations, and had played a lot of card games with rules that made little sense to either of them. But it was fun, and Coba, as fanciful looking as he was, did want to have fun again. Every time the door to Cobacabana would open, his rounded ears would perk and he’d shoot a hopeful glance at the visitors, looking for Pepper, and each time he’d be disappointed. And he’d do a

It was about mid spring. When the middle of spring was coming around, the beach outside of Cobacabana would see the beginning trickles of tourists coming from the big city to settle in for the summer. The weather was good enough to walk the beach with the occasional day that was appropriate for a swim, but soon the sands would be filled with pops of color, striped beach balls, and swimsuits of all colors. That was the busiest time for Coba, the Dainty who owned Cobacabana, and in the waning spring showers, he was preparing for the summer season. No doubt, he wouldn’t be available to go about the fun stuff that happened, and he would miss the activities, but he was anticipating something happening this year to change all that. Though he wasn;tsure if his friend would be able to make it. If the messages were anything to go by, Bastille’s tour was still a work in progress. Coba, at the very least, would be excited to see him. But for now, he wanted to go out with a bit of a bang. He’d