[Funkduder]

"I guess I can bite on my jacket, unless you have something else." Michael grabbed a piece of his grey coat with his teeth as an attempt to bite down on something. It tasted like dirt and dust and had he inhaled, he wold have choked on it. Fortunately his first breath exhaled, brushing off the majority and coating the rest with some steamy water vapor.
The sound of the crashing waves took the main attraction in Michael's mind as he tried to do anything but think about her setting the bone.