Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
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Day 11: Wearing kigurumis
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"Taichi, this is stupid."
"But, Yama, you wore the cat ears just now! How is this any different?"
"It's completely different!"
"In that you won't be in public!"
"Taichi!"
The two teens had made their way back to Tai's apartment after walking around the park with cat ears on their heads. Currently, Tai was trying to get Matt to put on a cat kigurumi.
"C'mon, Matt, please! No one's even in right now, so no one, but me will see you."
Matt crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. "Absolutely not."
Big teary brown eyes started at him, "Pwetty pwease?" Matt hesitated, making the eyes turn mischievous, "Besides, I can help you take it off afterwards." The insinuation had the blond blushing like mad. "I guarantee it won't stay on you for long." Tai continued his taunting, whilst edging closer to Matt and wrapping tanned arms around the lighter teen.
"I don't know..."
Sensing the weakening defence, Tai plunged on, whispering the next part into a pale ear, "You would make one sexy cat, you know. And I might even let you lick some cream..."
Matt's face turned impossibly red as he shoved Tai away from himself and started spluttering nonsense. Tai, on the other hand, burst out laughing.
"Tai!" Finally getting coherence into his words, Matt continued, "You—it—that's..." Apparently words still evaded him.
Tai was smiling at his boyfriend gently, before his eyes lit up and he started shoving the costume on himself.
"Tai, what...?"
"I have an even better idea." The brunet announced, stepping into the feet and starting to pull the rest of the costume up, "I'll be the cat and you be my bowl of cream. Zip me up, will you?"
Stunned into silence, Matt did as told and then stood back to watch Taichi rush out of the room and come back shaking a can of whipped cream. His devilish eyes grinned at Matt, "Strip."
The blond musician took a few steps backwards, "Oh no, not happening! You stay away from me, Taichi Kamiya!" He put his hands up in front of him in defence, as the other teen advanced towards him.
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Tai taunted, edging closer.
"You're the cat here!"
Tai lunged at him, Matt screamed, jumping to the side and so the chase began. Had any of the family returned in the ten minutes the boys spent in a fast-paced game of tag, they would have been baffled as to why a cat was chasing a boy with whipped cream on his head.