Title: Whipped cream
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Agumon, Taichi
Rating: G
Words: 222
Note: We humans do a lot of weird things, don't we?
Agumon and Taichi simultaneously rubbed their chins. The digimon wasn't quite sure how it had become part of their morning ritual, but lo and behold, here it was. Then the both of them took turns in the bathroom. Agumon was used to Taichi taking much longer than him. Longer than he used to, even. Which was weird. It seemed to be more complicated an operation back when they were in the Digital World, but his partner now spent a good quarter of an hour in the bathroom every mornings. This morning, he'd understand. He rasped at the door lightly with his claws.
"Taichi?" he asked.
"Yeah, Agumon, what'd d'you want?" his partner muttered back.
Agumon almost scowled. He was only worried, there was no reason for Taichi to talk with that tone. There was a slight splash of water inside.
"What are you doing? You seem to spent more times in there than you used to," the digimon stated.
There was a moment of silence, then the door opened. Agumon gasped.
When Taichi opened the door, he saw his partner's mouth hanging open. Then the digimon's face turned into one of a few select scowls he had ever adressed him.
"You've been having whipped cream all this time and you didn't even share?!" Agumon exclaimed.
Out of surprise, Taichi dropped his razor.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gabuto
Words: 300
Note: My muses just floor me sometimes. They should be ashamed of themselves, really, they should!
Yamato leaned against the washing machine, a slightly annoyed eye aimed at the linen closet his partner had locked himself in.
"You do realize how ridiculous this is?" he asked.
"Yes, I do. Why do you think I'm hiding?" Gabumon retorted.
"Well, don't you get chocolate syrup on the towels! Dad would kill you."
Gabumon snorted. It was Yamato's fault in the first place for toppling the bottle all over him. Not that Gabumon minded that much, mind you. After all, he did get to lick off most of the mess. Until it came to his fur. Yamato insisted it had to go through the washer, and there would be no weaseling out of it, which had lead tem to this stalemate.
"You do realize you're going to have to come out to eat eventually?" the boy pressed on.
To hell with it! Gabumon thought to himself.
"Turn your back!" came the digimon's voice.
"Aw, come on, Gabu!" Yamato protested humorously.
"Turn.your.back," the digimon almost growled.
Yamato obeyed wordlessly. In his back, he heard the door opening, then the pelt was thrown on the floor, furry side up.
"See? It wasn't that hard," the boy commented as the door slammed in his back. "I really don't see why you're that... bashful about it."
"I don't either," Gabumon answered. "I mean, I'm not really shy about it around others... Only around you."
Yamato paused while putting detergent.
"Only... around me? Awww... That's cu-" Yamato stopped when he realized what that implied.
Gabumon's face was burning. The situation was going from bad to worse. Then the closet door opened. He tried to shield himself before he realized his partner was only clad in his briefs himself, and far, far redder than him. Yamato managed a smile.
"Now we can be embarassed together."
Title: Action/Reaction
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Iori, Daisuke, Miyako, OC
Rating: G
Words: 149
Note: As much as I like Iori, I'm finding him awfully difficult to write for, which make that Armori plotbunny all the more difficult to manage. Oh well...
"She said YES! She said YES! YES!"
I cannot contain a sigh. That's Daisuke for you. Always overreacting. Looking at him, you'd swear she accepted to marry him or something equally big, equally amazing. He's practically bouncing off the walls.
...
Make that literally bouncing off the walls. Any other girl would be annoyed at best by these antics, but he's unwittingly given everybody a prime view at his uderwear, so Miyako doesn't really mind.
Kenjiro notices where I look and stares at the twelve-years-old. He looks at me now.
"You know him?"
I can barely keep another sigh from escaping my lips. For a moment I'm tempted to say I don't, but that wouldn't be honest.
"Yes, I do."
His eyebrows arch. As much as I appreciate Daisuke, for once I wish he didn't have that kind of reaction just because Miyako accepted to help him salvage his science project.
Title: The nightlight
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Ken, Wormmon
Rating: G
Words: 155
I turn and shuffles around in the darkness. I try my best not to wake Wormmon up, but I know it doesn't work as I sense his breathing change. I finally settle on my back, so I don't have to stare at the shadows across the room and I listen to the soothing sound of Wormmon's breathing. He's always been there for me, even when he didn't quite realize it. Even now he's still with me in his sleep and I'll never be thankful enough for that.
I hate the darkness. I once revelled in it, and now it makes me sick. I look in the shadows and it's like there are eyes staring back at me, waiting for a change, waiting for a moment of weakness. I can't stand it. I can'ts tand the darkness.
I'm glad mom let me keep that nightlight. I don't know if I could sleep at all without it.
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Agumon, Taichi
Rating: G
Words: 222
Note: We humans do a lot of weird things, don't we?
Agumon and Taichi simultaneously rubbed their chins. The digimon wasn't quite sure how it had become part of their morning ritual, but lo and behold, here it was. Then the both of them took turns in the bathroom. Agumon was used to Taichi taking much longer than him. Longer than he used to, even. Which was weird. It seemed to be more complicated an operation back when they were in the Digital World, but his partner now spent a good quarter of an hour in the bathroom every mornings. This morning, he'd understand. He rasped at the door lightly with his claws.
"Taichi?" he asked.
"Yeah, Agumon, what'd d'you want?" his partner muttered back.
Agumon almost scowled. He was only worried, there was no reason for Taichi to talk with that tone. There was a slight splash of water inside.
"What are you doing? You seem to spent more times in there than you used to," the digimon stated.
There was a moment of silence, then the door opened. Agumon gasped.
When Taichi opened the door, he saw his partner's mouth hanging open. Then the digimon's face turned into one of a few select scowls he had ever adressed him.
"You've been having whipped cream all this time and you didn't even share?!" Agumon exclaimed.
Out of surprise, Taichi dropped his razor.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gabuto
Words: 300
Note: My muses just floor me sometimes. They should be ashamed of themselves, really, they should!
Yamato leaned against the washing machine, a slightly annoyed eye aimed at the linen closet his partner had locked himself in.
"You do realize how ridiculous this is?" he asked.
"Yes, I do. Why do you think I'm hiding?" Gabumon retorted.
"Well, don't you get chocolate syrup on the towels! Dad would kill you."
Gabumon snorted. It was Yamato's fault in the first place for toppling the bottle all over him. Not that Gabumon minded that much, mind you. After all, he did get to lick off most of the mess. Until it came to his fur. Yamato insisted it had to go through the washer, and there would be no weaseling out of it, which had lead tem to this stalemate.
"You do realize you're going to have to come out to eat eventually?" the boy pressed on.
To hell with it! Gabumon thought to himself.
"Turn your back!" came the digimon's voice.
"Aw, come on, Gabu!" Yamato protested humorously.
"Turn.your.back," the digimon almost growled.
Yamato obeyed wordlessly. In his back, he heard the door opening, then the pelt was thrown on the floor, furry side up.
"See? It wasn't that hard," the boy commented as the door slammed in his back. "I really don't see why you're that... bashful about it."
"I don't either," Gabumon answered. "I mean, I'm not really shy about it around others... Only around you."
Yamato paused while putting detergent.
"Only... around me? Awww... That's cu-" Yamato stopped when he realized what that implied.
Gabumon's face was burning. The situation was going from bad to worse. Then the closet door opened. He tried to shield himself before he realized his partner was only clad in his briefs himself, and far, far redder than him. Yamato managed a smile.
"Now we can be embarassed together."
Title: Action/Reaction
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Iori, Daisuke, Miyako, OC
Rating: G
Words: 149
Note: As much as I like Iori, I'm finding him awfully difficult to write for, which make that Armori plotbunny all the more difficult to manage. Oh well...
"She said YES! She said YES! YES!"
I cannot contain a sigh. That's Daisuke for you. Always overreacting. Looking at him, you'd swear she accepted to marry him or something equally big, equally amazing. He's practically bouncing off the walls.
...
Make that literally bouncing off the walls. Any other girl would be annoyed at best by these antics, but he's unwittingly given everybody a prime view at his uderwear, so Miyako doesn't really mind.
Kenjiro notices where I look and stares at the twelve-years-old. He looks at me now.
"You know him?"
I can barely keep another sigh from escaping my lips. For a moment I'm tempted to say I don't, but that wouldn't be honest.
"Yes, I do."
His eyebrows arch. As much as I appreciate Daisuke, for once I wish he didn't have that kind of reaction just because Miyako accepted to help him salvage his science project.
Title: The nightlight
Season: Adventure 02
Character(s): Ken, Wormmon
Rating: G
Words: 155
I turn and shuffles around in the darkness. I try my best not to wake Wormmon up, but I know it doesn't work as I sense his breathing change. I finally settle on my back, so I don't have to stare at the shadows across the room and I listen to the soothing sound of Wormmon's breathing. He's always been there for me, even when he didn't quite realize it. Even now he's still with me in his sleep and I'll never be thankful enough for that.
I hate the darkness. I once revelled in it, and now it makes me sick. I look in the shadows and it's like there are eyes staring back at me, waiting for a change, waiting for a moment of weakness. I can't stand it. I can'ts tand the darkness.
I'm glad mom let me keep that nightlight. I don't know if I could sleep at all without it.