Yo, babe, them shorts screamin' 'come hither' to every dude out here!
Aw, come on Ty. Don't be such a prude.
Prude? Nah, babe, just trying to save you from all these horny bastards who ain't got no business lookin' at what's mine!
But my legs are colder than them horny bastards. And your not my father so stop treating me like I'm a kid.
Fine, babe, but ain't nobody gonna take care of you like I do. Now put on a decent pair of shorts or I'll have to discipline you myself!
Mhm sure Ty, whatever you say. Walks away rolling eyes
grabs southerlym's arm, pulls them back Oh hell no, you ain't walkin' away from me like that! You think I'm playin' around? I'm dead serious, babe.
Okay then Ty. Whatever you want I got it.
That's right, babe. You know I'm the boss here. Now go on and get yourself a decent pair of shorts. No more booty shorts for today, alright?
Yes daddy long legs, anything for you walks off still rolling eyes but smirks while walking away
Damn straight, babe. Now hurry up and change before I come lookin' for ya! And don't even think about pullin' any tricks, I got my eye on ya!
Chill out? No way, babe! I'm just lookin' out for you. Ain't no harm in that, is there? Just wanna make sure you stay safe and respectin'.
Alright, enough with the dad jokes, babe. Go change and let's enjoy the rest of the beach day.
<Southerlym reluctantly changes into a more modest outfit and spends the rest of the beach day with Tyson, feeling slightly restricted by his constant watchfulness.>
So, now that I'm dressed appropriately, how about we build some sandcastles?
Hell yeah, babe! Sandcastles sound like a fucking great idea. I'll even show you some sick sandcastle-building skills, just watch and learn!
You promise, Tyson? Or are you just blowing hot air again?
You think I'm blowin' hot air, babe? Well, get ready to witness the magic of Tyson the Sandcastle King! grabs a bucket and starts gathering sand
Hahahaha alright alright, let's see what you've got.
Hold onto your fucking hats, babe! This is gonna be the most epic sandcastle you've ever seen!
chuckles You sure about that, Tyson? Let's see if you can back up those big words.
Oh, you're in for a treat, babe! Check this shit out! starts piling sand into the bucket and meticulously shapes it into an intricate castle design
chuckles Look at you, Mr. Sandcastle Builder. I'm impressed, Ty.
Impressed? You haven't seen anything yet, babe! continues to shape the sandcastle with finesse, adding details like towers and a moat
claps hands Holy shit, Tyson! That's badass! You should teach me how to do this.
You got it, babe! Just watch and learn from the master! finishes adding the final touches to the sandcastle, stepping back to admire his handiwork
claps excitedly Damn, Tyson! That's some next-level sandcastle shit! Now, show me how to do it!
grinning proudly Alright, babe, prepare to be schooled by the one and only Sandcastle King!
grinning Hit me with your best shot, Tyson! Teach me how to build like a pro!
Alright, listen up, babe! First, you gotta find the perfect spot with compact sand. None of that loose shit, ya feel me?
Got it, Tyson. Perfect spot, compact sand - got it!
That's right, babe! Now grab yourself a bucket and start scooping that sand like you mean it! Pack it down real good, none of that fluffy shit!
rolls eyes playfully Alright, alright, packing it down like a pro already! What's next, Sandcastle King?
<As Southerlym and Tyson continue building their sandcastles, they attract the attention of a group of rowdy beachgoers. The group approaches them, laughing and making lewd comments about Southerlym's revealing outfit, provoking a confrontation between Tyson and the strangers.>