It didn't take him that long to get out toward the beach. Remembering that supernatural speed of his, once he knew he wouldn't drop anything. Kin looked around, trying to find Ita anywhere, before spotting a blue sundress. That had to be her.

"Ita-chan?!" He shouted, waving one hand full of a bag that supplied all his paints. If she responded, then it was right of him to say her name, and not go up there and instantly start talking about nonsense.

But he did slowly make his trip through the sand, as if it was really nothing. Ah, the grace of being undead. He didn't really notice how easy it was to walk through sand lately, but if anyone said something, well, then he might notice it. Almost like showing what a skateboarder does and trying to watch him doing it again. He'll try to feel what his feet were doing and not concentrating on the spin before him.