Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or even all of the dialogue.

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A/N: Cyclone5000 made a Tumblr post about her customers being annoying with getting their orders wrong, so I wrote a Taito/TaiYama story about it for her. Some of the dialogue is stolen from her post…

I apologise for any inaccuracies—I could not get to the Domino's US online ordering site…

NB: This is a spur-of-the-moment fic that I'm writing at work, when I'm supposed to be writing the manuscript for my PhD. Therefore, sorry for the crappy quality and shortness. (I'll probably write a second chapter with more Taito goodness.)

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What. The. Fuck?

Was all that went through the mind of one Yagami Taichi as he opened the Domino's box. This was not what he had ordered. His chocolate-brown eyes glared at the closed door, knowing full well that the delivery guy had already left and that he would either have to march over to Domino's or call them up. This knowledge only frustrated him even more.

Heaving a massive sigh, the brunet grabbed the bag of cardboard containers, shoved on his shoes, and made his way down the block to the local Domino's.

He startled the blond behind the counter by crashing through the doorway. He went straight to said blond, shoving the bag of boxes into the other's face.

"I ordered classic Buffalo wings! Why aren't these wings? How can you expect me to watch the soccer match without wings?"

Blue eyes blinked rapidly, trying to take in the fuming brunet and his ramblings.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Can I get your name, so that I can check your order, please?"

"Yagami Taichi."

The blue eyes lingered on the brunet, as if to link the name with the face. He turned to tap at the computer, face falling into a grimace.

"Sir—Mr. Yagami—it says here that you ordered the Classic Hot Buffalo."

"Exactly. And I got some cheese-covered crap instead of wings."

"Sir, the Classic Hot Buffalo isn't a wings order; it's one of our specialty chicken orders. With Buffalo sauce."

Taichi stared at the blond incredulously.

"Well how am I supposed to know something like that? Can't you name it something different? Like something without the word 'Buffalo,' so that it doesn't confuse everyone except the employees of Domino's?"

The blond looked a bit uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I have no say in how to name the foods on the menu. You could send feedback to Domino's; we have forms here, or you can do it online." His reply was a flat look. "In the meantime, however, how about we get you your wings?"

"That would be brilliant." Taichi replied through gritted teeth.

The blond called out to the workers in the back and took Taichi's previous order off the counter, asking said brunet to sit on the offered couch and wait for his wings.

Having gotten the correct chicken side, Taichi calmed down considerably. His walk back to his apartment was a lot more leisurely than it had been in the other direction. In fact, now that he was able to think about something other than the wrong order, his thoughts went to the blond that had dealt with him. He had been quite the looker.

As Taichi unlocked his door and stepped in, he wondered whether he should get his order wrong more often. Not that he wanted to cause the employees problems, but he wouldn't mind another excuse to talk to the blond.

Shrugging the thought aside for now, the brunet turned on the TV and turned to his new order. Taichi opened the Buffalo wing box and noted a message on the inside of the lid:

'Hello there, Taichi ;) Couldn't help but notice that you're pretty damn hot, even when angry (or especially so). If you swing my way, give me a call: 123 456 7891

Ishida Yamato

P.S. I get off work in an hour.'

Smiling, Taichi picked up his phone, proceeding to invite Yamato to watch the last few minutes of the game, followed by a movie. And also asking if the Domino's employee could bring a Philly Steak pizza with him (Taichi would pay, of course).

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