A/N: Well, I was shopping at Michael's the other day, and I realized that they already had their Halloween stuff out. (so typical really) And Halloween makes me think of costumes so . . . .
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#29 "Wait a Minute"
Momiji sighed out for the umpteenth time. He ran his free hand through his blond curls in an effort to stay calm as his other hand tightened against the phone. "Yes, I understand that. But you know just as well as I that . . ."
When his whiny coworker ( if he was really even on the same level as Momiji) interrupted him again, Momiji rolled his eyes and only half listened. The front door shut. From his position at the kitchen counter, he leaned to the left a little and saw Tohru walking in, her arms full of bags and a sleepy, blond toddler. The worker's voice faded into insignificance as Momiji watched the two, a soft smile on his face. Tohru set little Sora down and glanced in Momiji's way.
"Wait a minute," Momiji mouthed to her, holding up an apologetic finger.
Tohru shook her head in sympathy, knowing instantly that it was work problems, as usual. When Momiji was on call, it seemed like he never got a moment of peace. She took Sora upstairs and put him to bed, and then she headed back down and purposefully set the bags on the kitchen table. Momiji noticed that they were from that popular holiday store. Halloween was fast approaching. Maybe she bought some candy for the neighbor kids?
"No, no. You shouldn't put it there. Look, you're making a bigger deal out of it than it really has to be," Momiji said in exasperation. But then Tohru waved at him to get his attention, and he cocked his head at her curiously as the company worker continued to complain and whine.
Tohru made a big show of rummaging through the bags, and then she pulled out one purchase in particular, displaying it and wiggling her fingers as if to shout "Ta da!"
At first, Momiji only chuckled. But the more he stared at it, the more ridiculous it was. He tilted his head back and laughed out loud, much to the confusion of the person on the other line.
"W-what?" Momiji said, still laughing. "What . . . ? Oh, uh . . . let me call you back in about five minutes. Family issues, you know." He hung up before the other person could protest and placed a big kiss on Tohru's forehead. "I can't believe you," he told her, grinning widely.
"Well, we had talked about maybe taking Sora out for his first Halloween excursion. He would need a costume, wouldn't he?"
"You're absolutely right."
"And he picked this out himself, actually."
Momiji appraised the small yellow bunny costume, shaking his head in wonder and disbelief. "Like father, like son," he said, puffing out his chest in pride.