"Turn the page." Gomamon wanted to know what happened next in the book he and Jou had been sharing quietly.
Jou craned his neck to look at the Digimon sitting on his shoulders. "I'm still reading it."
"Read faster," Gomamon answered petulantly.
"Get your own book."
Gomamon smiled lazily. "Comfy where I am, thanks."
"Why do I put up with you, anyway?" Jou asked. It was a rhetorical question, Gomamon knew, but his fussy partner had been abusing it lately.
"Because you love me." Jou rolled his eyes.
Gomamon tried a different approach, "You know, you're always complaining about how you've read all your books a million times. If you do it my way, when you reread them, you'll find a line or a detail that you missed, and it will be like a brand-new story."
"But if you do it my way," Jou began, twisting around to knock Gomamon into his lap and stroke the fur on his head, "you won't get to the climax and think 'Wait, when the heck did that happen?' and have to backtrack sixteen chapters, trying to figure out what's going on."
Gomamon cuddled against Jou's chest and pouted up at him cutely. Jou met Gomamon's eyes, trying to look annoyed, but only succeeding with exasperated affection. They held the stalemate for another two minutes, before finally speaking in practically the same breath.
"I still like my way better."
Gomamon sighed. "Compromise?"
"Fine. Do the odd pages your way, the even ones mine?"
"Sounds good. Turn the page."