Random Monologues

. : Beach Scene Monologue : .

Monologue Start

"Heeey.. Let's swim already! I'm so eager to feel the sea!"

"I don't need sunblooock!"

"Just let me swim!"

"Wh-What?! Of course, I can swim without my floaty now! I practiced real hard!"

"Eeeh... I said I don't need sunblock..!"

"Let's play beach volleyball, then! If you win, I let you put sunblock on me. If you lose, I get to whatever I want! Got it?"

"Alright, then!"

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"Hahahahaha! You lost, you lost! I'm going for a swim now~"

"What do you mean "not fair"? We both agreed to it, so it's fair enough!"

"The oceaaaaaan! Wheeee~"

"The water is so cold! I love swimming!"

"Eh? I'm still in the knee-deep part!?! But it felt like I swam a mile already!"

"Don't laugh, you idiot! I'm going to show you just how good I am at swimming!"

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"Why am I not moving at all?! I practiced hard on my strokes!"

"As I said, don't laugh!"

"Haha! There! Now, you're we-- hey!! No fair, don't splash water on me!"

"Ahhh! Quit it, quit it, quit it..!"

"I like the ocean while swimming, not like this!"

"Stoooop!"

"Ouch!"

"Isn't obvious? I tripped on something and fell on my face. Ugh, now I have sand on my face."

"Huh? What's that? A message in a bottle? Is that what I tripped on?"

"C'mon. Let's read it!"

"No single day has passed that you have not been in my mind. Your presence is still in my heart even though you are long gone. With this message in a bottle, I send you my love and thanks."

"Love, Fuellarita."

"Wow. So it was a love letter, huh? Why put it in a bottle, though?"

"Ouch! You didn't have to hit me in the head! You big meanie..."

"The paper looks old. When do you think it was written?"

"I don't really understand why they send messages by making it float across the ocean via bottle. Was communication that hard back then?!"

"Ouch! Again, you don't have to hit me!"

"Put the paper back in the bottle. It's best we leave it there, don't you think? It's not meant to be kept by us, anyways."

"I'm going to try swimming a bit more, meet you back at the beach house!"

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"Ouch! Don't touch me!"

"Ooow... Why did I have to get sunburned? My skin feels as if it's tearing itself to shreds. It stings so badly..."

"I know, I should've listened to you and put sunblock on."

"Hhhsss... Ouch... It really hurts..."

"...I hate getting sunburned..."

"I think I'll go to my room now. Call me when dinner is ready, okay?"

Monologue End