sand sport/wildcard? .... totally here the whole time shh

[ Makoto isn't out to be a challenger, but nothing else really matters when he catches sight of that still familiar silhouette across the beach. Instinct and worry urge his run towards her, but once he's close enough to be sure it really is her, his steps slow and his hands find his pockets. He's not really dressed to be that close to the water, but his feet are bare and his pants have been rolled up. ]

Aby!

[ In all honesty, he never thought he'd see her again. And now he's not quite sure what to say. But he's sure she doesn't want him getting all teary eyed. Casual it is, channeling how genuinely happy he is to see her instead of how much he's missed her. ]

Hey, when'd you get here?