BSD Chat/texting fic

Chapter thirty: Dostoyevsky & Nakahara beach picnic

Fyodor sat on a black and purple, large chequered blanket with a basket, poking out of the basket was a bottle of Vodka. Sitting on a red and blue chequered blanket across from Fyodor Dostoyevsky was Nakahara Chuuya, who had a glass of wine in his hand.

"Dostoyevsky."

"Nakahara."

The two men were glaring daggers at each other while the two children just sat in the sand and worked on building a sand castle.

Chuuya was dressed in a set of red and white swimming trunks and a red vest. His hair was done in a small plate which Miyo had done only a few hours earlier. The glass of wine in his hand contrasted with his outfit. He was drinking white wine for once.

Fyodor was wearing black swimming trunks with three violet diamonds on the pant leg, this was something Nikolai had made him. He was wearing a t-shirt like cover-up which was purple, also having three black diamonds on it, another item made by Nikolai.

Both men had been wearing thongs (flip flops), which had been set aside on the sand. Both also had an umbrella over their picnic blankets, hiding them from the sun.

The two children were in swimsuits and rashies, dosed in sunscreen. However Ju was wearing his sunglasses to keep the sun's burning rays out of his eyes. Miyo was wearing her blindfold as well just in case her ability activated without her wanting it to.

"Mama! Look!" The little girl cheered, eyes bright behind the blindfold and a gleaming smile on her lips.

Chuuya's eyes were ripped away from the staring contest he was having with the russian rat and he looked over at the sand castle which the two children had made. It was horridly constructed. The castle was falling apart, the towers were uneven, if you could even call half of them towers. The centre of the castle was smashed and collapsed in on itself.

Chuuya, despite seeing the monstrosity, pulled out his phone and took a photo. "It looks lovely." He said with a grin on his lip as he sent the image to the family group chat.

|| In the 'family' group chat||

Mama sent a photo
Isn't it wonderful?

Oba-san: It's a wonderful sand castle, I'm so proud of her.

Oji-Kunna: Its horridly made/

QwQ: How dare you say that.
QwQ: Mama Chuuya, next time can I come with you to the beach?

Mama: Sure.

Ryuu-ani: What beach is that?

Gin-ane: There's only one beach in Yokohama, Ryu

Ryuu-ani: got it.

Mama: Ryuu, no.

Ryuu-ani and QwQ went offline

Mama: Guess I have two more kids to look after.

Gin-ane: Ryuu is twenty.

Mama: He's still my baby, so are you.

Gin-ane: ...

Gin-ane went offline

Mama: That's a third kid.

Dad: @Oji-Kunna Don't insult Miyos art work!

Mama: Ju worked on it as well.

Dad: Don't insult Miyo and Ju's* art work!

Oji-Kunna: I was just pointing out that it is horridly made.

Sushi-ane: Kunikida, could you kindly shut up please?