♦ ;life’s a beach and we’re just swimming in it (closed thread)
@jpopxprince and @acedetectivexseta
The day was way too hot for five people to be trapped in a car all day. Especially a car filled with teenagers of all fuckin’ things. But that was... well that was how this day was going to go wasn’t it?
No wonder he was on his third cigarette of the day and it was only 9 am.
One second Dojima is tipsy (not drunk, mind you) promising Nanako and Souji a day at the beach. The next second he is drunk (he had to be) promising his nephew that ‘yes, of course you can bring Hanamura and Amagi and Satonaka with you or whatever, now pass me that bag of chips...’ This should have been a mistake but well... a promise was a promise.
So here he is now, waiting for Souji and his daughter to get out of the house and pack the trunk full of watermelon and the other “necessary beach accessories” that Nanako had been talking about all week. Also waiting for the other teenagers but well, if the other two were out quick enough maybe he could speed away real fast....
It’s not that he didn’t like the kids. On the contrary, he was happy Souji had some friends. He was just still not great at this whole parental responsibility thing and now he had add too more people under 18 to his list of people he had to watch? It was just a little inconvenient for his paid day off.
He dropped his cigarette butt and ground it under his heel as he saw heads approaching. Well, shit. Leaving without ‘em was out of the window.
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Chie huffed and lifted the two picnic baskets in each hand. With a big beach bag slung around her shoulder and a backpack on her back she was pretty sure she looked like a pack mule. But well her body could handle it.
Looking off to her side she smiled, catching sight of Yosuke at her side looking ready for a beach day in some magazine or something. They had met up on the road to the Dojima household and well, of course she was going to walk the rest of the way with him. Chie was surprised they hadn’t seen Yukiko either...
She groaned for a moment under the weight of the baskets and wished she could wipe a sheen of sweat from her brow. Full hands didn’t make that easy.
“Okay, now just remember alright? These baskets? That’s the lunch I made for all of us, there’s extra too so if we stay late it can be dinner too so long as we get creative. The backpack’s got car snacks just in case anyone gets hungry on the way so we don’t dip into the food.” Chie trailed off making sure he was paying attention.
“...Got it, space cadet?”