Agumon and Taichi simultaneously rubbed their chin. 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 rapped 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 spend more time 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 very 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 droppedhis razor.
Next time: Let's see how Jyou and Gomamon deal with mouth care.