Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, the concept, or its characters. They belong to Bandai, Toei Animation, Saban... maybe others as well. I'm merely using them for my own personal enjoyment. Please don't sue

Notes: So, a friend and I just did one of those "10-minute writing challenges" over MSN. We gave each other three prompts and then picked the one we liked most and spent the next 10 minutes (possibly a little over) trying to at least make a drabble out of it. Thankfully my inspiration let me force something out. And for a pairing I've been wanting to do!

No established timeline other than sometime in the fall/winter, and Daisuke's visiting New York. It's a little cheesy and definitely not the best thing in the world, but I had fun writing it, so hopefully a few people at least enjoy reading it. Yay.

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Thin Line
By: Daystar-chan

He waited for her scowl to fade before he grabbed for her hand. It was warm, despite the chilly temperature in the apartment, and he was grateful that the simple movement was causing her to smile. (Daimi)
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Daisuke had known, all along, that he was crossing a dangerously thin line. Mimi was often impulsive, saying whatever she felt when her opinion was called for, so Daisuke didn't see how he could be in the wrong for doing the exact same thing when his time came.

Then again, this was Mimi.

And he had just fought against every idea she'd thrown out so far.

That didn't mean he deserved to have his forehead flicked.

Dirty looks, angry muttering, and a pout? Those he had deserved.

But not the flick.

"You name something then, Daisuke."

Her tone was harsh, and the look in her eyes as she said it made him flinch. He'd been told about that look from Taichi and Yamato. He'd gotten that exact look from Jun and Hikari before.

He knew he was better off staying quiet.

Or picking something off of her insanely long list of already-mentioned choices.

...a walk in Central Park had been the one she was most excited about, wasn't it? (Or at least the one that had made him groan the most. She seemed to enjoy tormenting him from time to time.)

"Actually, Mimi," he said, flashing a grin in an attempt to make her less angry, "that walk doesn't sound so bad. Could be fun even."

He waited for her scowl to fade before he grabbed for her hand. It was warm, despite the chilly temperature in the apartment, and he was grateful that the simple movement was causing her to smile.

The angry look didn't suit her at all. Even when she had good reason for it.

And, unless he wanted to see it often, he was going to have to be careful about crossing that line again.