[Goro makes mock pained noises, turning his smile away when the sand starts to fly. Starts to brush out his hair too, shaking it out lightly to not return fire to Akira.]

That's your fault. We could've had a wonderful stroll down the beach, but someone had to surprise me.

[And make them fall. Totally all Akira's fault. Definitely nothing he did to start this.]

But the night is young, Akira. [...] I don't really mind if we actually take one or not, it's just nice to be out here. The ocean's proximity is one of my favorite things about the city.