Sometimes Tsukikage thanked the heavens they lived so close to the ocean. Summers in Maiami tended to get sticky, and even with the air conditioning in the Fuuma house, it was still much too hot to do anything, let alone duel.
Fanning himself with a paper fan he had borrowed from Hikage, the younger sibling of the ninja twins complained.
"Anijaaaa, let's go to the beach."
His older brother didn't say anything. Instead, Hikage got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Oiii! Hikage!" slumping back down to the floor, he muttered, "Why does it feel like I just got rejected? Seriously..." he fanned himself harder. And rolled over to barely miss the projectile launched at him. "Eh?" Curiously picking the object up, he examined it. "Swim trunks...?"
"Put that on. We're leaving." From the doorway, Hikage stood there, already dressed in his own pair, with a inner tube hanging from one arm and their towels in the other.
Tsukikage scrambled to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes!"