Takara Kureha and the Search for a Cool Hat! ||W/ Ellisaac||

You know what was the polar opposite of everything in the universe trying to kill the unluckiest two boys in several horrifying ways? The beach. Right now, there was nothing that the brothers wanted more than a chance to just lay down like lumps and do absolutely nothing. It sure was a welcome change of pace from being torn to bits by practically everything in the animal kingdom and a scattered assortment of vegetables. Elliot excitedly bobbed in the oceans, while Isaac practically passed out on top of a small cluster of sand. This was the paradise that they were hoping for when they went on vacation, and it was almost amazing to the duo that they hadn't discovered it before.

"Don't go out too far into the tides, okay?" Isaac asked, trying to stifle a yawn in between his words. He hadn't gotten proper sleep in at least two weeks, always either interrupted or postponed far beyond a healthy duration. Now that he was the slightest bit comfortable, it seemed like he would be out like a rock. With Elliot in the water he couldn't exactly just drift off to sleep, but instead he drowsily looked on to make sure nothing bad was happening.

"Okay!" chirped Elliot in response. The water felt so good on his burn, the first and latest battle scar he had one in the Digital World. Would there be more to come, or would this thankfully be the end of the line? Still, what had been a horrid red before had faded to a pale white over the past few days, seemingly stopping its healing at that point. An injury that bad couldn't help but linger, no matter how much Elliot wished it would go away. Still, he wouldn't let it get him down. Not when paddling around in the ocean was a far better use of his time.

It was a quiet, relaxing day, something that the brothers needed desperately. They certainly hoped nothing would interrupt it!