( Basil walks beside Sora, picking out a few shells with different colors. He's almost careful with what he chooses, picking up any shells that don't seem to be broken.
But, as the sun begins to set, the breeze from the beach only becomes all the more chilly. He can't help but shiver a bit. Still, he speaks after a while. )
They're really pretty... Are we going to do anything with these after?
( Basil looks to him curiously for a moment. He isn't so sure if he'd be able to really do something like that, if only because he's never done it, and yet... A part of him wants to at least try. Sora makes him feel like he wants to.
He looks to the sky then. It's getting dark... He holds his shells before tucking them into his school bag as carefully as he can. )
A... Ah, yeah-- you're right.
It probably sounds a little strange, but... it feels like it got dark pretty quickly.