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The waves crashed down and slid to greet the shore with a warm hug, seagulls flew over their heads swift like the winds, and Tommy asks Wilbur a question.
"D'you think Phil would like this one better?" He held up a sea shell in his hand, one of the many he picked up on their leisurely walk around the beach. "Maybe," Wilbur answers him, eyeing the object intently before dropping his gaze to instead watch the way his and his brother's steps were in sync and smiled "put it with the others and I'll help you pick your top three later."
Tommy grinned, satisfied with the plan and hurried to do so as Wilbur told him. He dropped the fine-lined shell along with the others in his bucket, one he was carrying with him, and thought it was going to belong in a better place. If not with Phil, it would definitely be adored by him and be given the honor to be near the presence of his favorite animal stuffed-toy, Henry, on his desk back home.
"I think I might keep this one, if Phil doesn't want it" Tommy smiles, taking another glance at it before setting his gaze straight. They walk forwards, welcoming the summer breeze that brushes past them before vanishing as quick as it came.
The sun was starting to set from behind the clouds and it casts an orange tint around them, illuminating their shapes up in the sky that makes Tommy see them clearer. "We should head back" Wilbur speaks up, staring at the glinting waters of the sea.
Tommy sighs, "Why? Can't we stay just for a bit longer?" setting his bucket down beside him as he settles to sit on the sand. His sun hat was askew, covering more of the left of his head.
Wilbur notices this, figures it must've been because of Tommy's earlier tendencies to scratch his head because as he said 'It's itchy Wil!' and Wilbur only replied with 'Stop scratching, child, the hat's going to protect you from getting sunburnt since you didn't want to put on sunscreen'.
That conversation ended with Tommy complaining about how he is not and should never be called a child ever again and reiterating the fact that he is actually a very poggers man who cannot be hurt or be beaten by the sun for he is too powerful.
"Fine," Wilbur huffs "We can stay for a few more minutes."
They watch the scene before them, people running about and water splashed here and there, sand castles standing firm yet looking like they're about to crumble. It goes on for a while and there was nothing but the sounds of the sea as its waves crashed and drew back only for it to happen over and over. Wilbur was certain peace like this was never this frequent with his brother, which is why he takes a glance beside him to see what the other was doing.
To his shock, Tommy was fast asleep. He was laying on his back, his hat found on top of the bucket, covering its contents and acting like a lid to prevent anyone from seeing what was inside. By the time Wilbur focused his attention towards where the sun was, most of it has dipped into the horizon, leaving the moon to soon peek from behind them and the stars to emerge not much later.
"Tommy," Wilbur says as he tries to shake his brother awake "Tommy wake up, we have to get back" he continues. "Jus' five more minutes" He hears him mutter before turning to his side, getting ready to return to dream land.
Wilbur was having none of it, pushing his brother up into a sitting position despite the protests "Ugh," Tommy complains, spiting Wilbur by letting all his weight fall onto the hand that made him part with the soft bed that was the sand "Techno would have had a better plan than force. He would've talked and offered me a deal like a true civilized person would" he adds, making sure to remember to tell Techno all about how Wilbur ruined his relaxing beach time by waking him up from a very good nap and he's sure Techno would agree.
"You can sleep on your bed when we get home, now come on!" Wilbur tells him, nearly yanking Tommy completely off the ground with how suddenly he forces him up with a firm grip on his arm. Sure enough, Tommy yelps "Hey!" he glares at his brother, steadies himself and starts dusting off his shirt before picking up his bucket and his hat "I'm definitely going to tell Philza you were being insufferable" Tommy threatens and Wilbur had the audacity to laugh.
"Okay? Do you even know what that word means?" He asks, smile too wide for Tommy's liking. "I do, you're not the only one with education and reads books!" Tommy retorts, already stomping away to head back without Wilbur questioning his knowledge.
Wilbur shook his head, knows how Tommy mostly hears that word from him, and impressed with how Technoblade somehow managed to get someone like Tommy to read and wonders what books he must've given him. He'd have to ask as soon as they get home he supposed and does a light jog to catch up to the angry speed-walking Tommy.
"I'll make sure to tell Phil you were gonna take off your hat and get yourself sunburnt at one point" Wilbur declares when they were neck and neck in this race of a walk back home.
They've spent the whole afternoon just taking their time at the beach
"Not if I get to him firts!" Tommy shouts, eyes glinting, as he sprints off into the distance with Wilbur not a second later running after him "You little-!"
It was almost too soon for them to leave, almost
Both brothers dashed away, sea shells rattling inside a bucket held by a boy who laughs loud and happy with his brother not far behind him catching the sun hat that had fallen just a few moments ago.
They left the beach in record time, panting as they darted across the streets safely, still reminded of their race. Opening the door home wide open with smiles on their faces as one celebrates victory and the other defeat, another listens to a story or rather complain upon the arrival and someone from behind them snorts, amused by what was said.
The shell was given, albeit reluctantly, and a question was answered.
The beach was fun.