Joey paused walking as he spoke, lifting one foot into the air to itch the arch where the grass had been attempting to tickle her. It was a little harder, she supposed, to tickle someone who was stomping all over you while you were doing it, but it left an itchy sensation in its wake all the same. She started to walk again and nodded. "I don't think there's any getting used to this, though," she pointed out, frowning. "At least, as far as I can tell, I'm never going to get used to it here. It's always changing and it's always fucked up," she added.
She stopped again and repeated the process with her other foot before catching up with him again. "Yeah, there's like...no way to know what's coming next, from what I can tell so far. It's just guaranteed to be crazy, that's all I know."
They neared the housing development and Joey started to walk faster, the grass starting to really irritate her. On the way over, she hadn't noticed because she'd been wearing shoes and had only taken them off to get right into the water. The prolonged exposure to the awkward tickling sensation was getting downright obnoxious really fast. "Ugh, this fucking grass!" she complained.