Lunch Conversations
By Kay
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, I'd have Daisuke be the main character on every episode. I'd give him his own country. I'd make him wear a demin jacket. And... the word "pink" would not be alive... -_-;;
Author's Note: Random insanity during lunch? Gaaah- had to reload it due to reasons, but... wah. It's short, dumb, and completely written in a bout of sugur rush. So trust me- it's odd. It's badly written. But it was fun. ::laughs evily::
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"I think it's alive."
Daisuke Motomiya had a very wary expression on his face as he reached out to nudge the "THING" with his fork. He scowled as it jiggled, oozing and leering at him with wicked intent. He felt there was no time to waste- it would attack any moment.
He poked it with his fork again. "A-HAH! DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The silence swept throughout the school lunch room.
"Not again," mumbled Hikari.
"Leave the jello alone, Dais..." Takeru gave him a dark look. "It doesn't need you poking at it all lunch period."
"It's evil."
"No, Daisuke, the jello is not evil."
"You're just being possessed by that milk in front of you." Daisuke's eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned over the table he was sharing with the group. The blonde boy twitched as he got right up in his face, and waved his fork wildly.
"It's... milk, Dais, not... hey, stop that... HEY! HEY!" Takeru jerked back, furious. "Leave me alone!"
"Sorry," Daisuke said calmly, not really sorry at all. He smiled brightly at the other boy, causing everyone to sweatdrop. "I just always wanted to stick a fork in someone's ear."
Cody sighed heavily, allowing his head to drop to the table. His friends were all insane. More or less. He didn't understand why he was the only normal one when it came to these sort of things. Why couldn't they just eat and get over with it?
He resumed with his potato sculpture of the Eiffel Tower.
"Well, can't you stick a fork in someone *else's* ear?!"
"No."
"... I hate you."
Daisuke went back to poking at the green mass of jello on his plate, intent on making it combust. "I know. That's why you should be like me. Drink orange juice." He peered at the blonde boy glaring at him through his bangs. "It's strong in the Force."
Miyako felt the need to sigh and add, "And strong in Vitamin C, actually."
Slowly, the holder of Courage looked at her. Eyeing her with vague irritation and amusement, Daisuke hissed, "You lie, demon wench! You're in league with the jello!"
Miyako resumed eating, and sighed again. Next to her, Hikari managed to look a little confused at the way one of her friends was stabbing at his mashed potatoes. The smaller boy barely noticed her as he continued hissing out things like, "And this is for the Alamo, and this is for my Dad, and this is for sticking me with a yellow turtle for a Digimon-"
"THE WRATH OF GILLIGAN!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Daisuke whimpered and gazed forlorningly at the space where his green jello once sat, innocent on his plate. Now it was in the hands of the wretched blonde, who'd stolen his lunch and poured it on his own tray. Takeru glared at him over the mass of now ruined jeletin.
"Like I said, if you can't eat it... I will."
"TS, you're in league with the jello, aren't you?"
"No, the jello doesn't have a league..." Sighing, the blonde gave up and stabbed at the messy pile of jello on his plate. "It's a food."
Daisuke sighed heavily. "Ah, I pity the poor souls misunderstanding the crisis of our lunch room villianary foods..."
Hikari merely ate her food, ignoring the insanity. Content with her own.
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OWARI ~
... yes, that was insane and pointless. ;) Admit it- twas FUN!
Daisuke: ... no, it wasn't.
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By Kay
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, I'd have Daisuke be the main character on every episode. I'd give him his own country. I'd make him wear a demin jacket. And... the word "pink" would not be alive... -_-;;
Author's Note: Random insanity during lunch? Gaaah- had to reload it due to reasons, but... wah. It's short, dumb, and completely written in a bout of sugur rush. So trust me- it's odd. It's badly written. But it was fun. ::laughs evily::
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"I think it's alive."
Daisuke Motomiya had a very wary expression on his face as he reached out to nudge the "THING" with his fork. He scowled as it jiggled, oozing and leering at him with wicked intent. He felt there was no time to waste- it would attack any moment.
He poked it with his fork again. "A-HAH! DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The silence swept throughout the school lunch room.
"Not again," mumbled Hikari.
"Leave the jello alone, Dais..." Takeru gave him a dark look. "It doesn't need you poking at it all lunch period."
"It's evil."
"No, Daisuke, the jello is not evil."
"You're just being possessed by that milk in front of you." Daisuke's eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned over the table he was sharing with the group. The blonde boy twitched as he got right up in his face, and waved his fork wildly.
"It's... milk, Dais, not... hey, stop that... HEY! HEY!" Takeru jerked back, furious. "Leave me alone!"
"Sorry," Daisuke said calmly, not really sorry at all. He smiled brightly at the other boy, causing everyone to sweatdrop. "I just always wanted to stick a fork in someone's ear."
Cody sighed heavily, allowing his head to drop to the table. His friends were all insane. More or less. He didn't understand why he was the only normal one when it came to these sort of things. Why couldn't they just eat and get over with it?
He resumed with his potato sculpture of the Eiffel Tower.
"Well, can't you stick a fork in someone *else's* ear?!"
"No."
"... I hate you."
Daisuke went back to poking at the green mass of jello on his plate, intent on making it combust. "I know. That's why you should be like me. Drink orange juice." He peered at the blonde boy glaring at him through his bangs. "It's strong in the Force."
Miyako felt the need to sigh and add, "And strong in Vitamin C, actually."
Slowly, the holder of Courage looked at her. Eyeing her with vague irritation and amusement, Daisuke hissed, "You lie, demon wench! You're in league with the jello!"
Miyako resumed eating, and sighed again. Next to her, Hikari managed to look a little confused at the way one of her friends was stabbing at his mashed potatoes. The smaller boy barely noticed her as he continued hissing out things like, "And this is for the Alamo, and this is for my Dad, and this is for sticking me with a yellow turtle for a Digimon-"
"THE WRATH OF GILLIGAN!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Daisuke whimpered and gazed forlorningly at the space where his green jello once sat, innocent on his plate. Now it was in the hands of the wretched blonde, who'd stolen his lunch and poured it on his own tray. Takeru glared at him over the mass of now ruined jeletin.
"Like I said, if you can't eat it... I will."
"TS, you're in league with the jello, aren't you?"
"No, the jello doesn't have a league..." Sighing, the blonde gave up and stabbed at the messy pile of jello on his plate. "It's a food."
Daisuke sighed heavily. "Ah, I pity the poor souls misunderstanding the crisis of our lunch room villianary foods..."
Hikari merely ate her food, ignoring the insanity. Content with her own.
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OWARI ~
... yes, that was insane and pointless. ;) Admit it- twas FUN!
Daisuke: ... no, it wasn't.
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