[Beach]
[They've crouched quietly against the damp sand, staring up at the meteors and colors streaking against the sky, filled with a strange mixture of apathy and nostalgia. Home. It was, once, at least. Part of a home--a home they detested and left in search of something better, but no longer. Their thick, massive claws are wrapped around a mug of hot cocoa, an almost comical sight, but they need the chocolate offered in it. If they don't--well, they might just snap again.]