Yamato nudged Taichi. "Are they asleep?"
Taichi glanced at the others; they were all sitting in a row on subway. Sora's head was on Koushirou's shoulder and Piyomon's was on his chest. Tentomon was sprawled across Koushirou's lap. Jou was sitting right next to Taichi, hunched over and using Gomamon as a pillow.
All of them, including Agumon and Gabumon in their partners' laps, were sound asleep.
"Get Jou's cell phone," Yamato suggested.
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm bored as hell."
"You have me."
"Not in public."
"Fine. Is it in his pocket or on his belt?"
"I'll forgive you if you feel him up."
"Thanks, oh gracious—wait, it's on his belt." Taichi snagged it and flipped it open.
"Idiot didn't lock it, did he?" Yamato smirked.
"Nope." Taichi frowned. "Didn't know he had a camera phone."
"Well, he's the youngest. Don't your parents spoil Hikari rotten?"
"They sure try." Taichi opened the saved pictures. "Ooh, busted! Sora in her short, short tennis skirt."
"Iori blowing out birthday candles. How parental."
"Gomamon wearing his old glasses and a lab coat—sickeningly cute." Taichi selected the next image and promptly gaped. "Is that… us?"
"I thought he was at least as hammered as Sora was…"
"What the hell was he thinking?"
"Probably something like 'Damn, that's great blackmail.'"
"Yeah, proba…" Taichi trailed off, once he realized that Yamato wasn't the one who had spoken.
Jou was looking at them over the top rim of his glasses. And smirking. "Phone, please."