Lunch Conversations
By Kay
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, I'd have Daisuke be the main character on every episode. I'd give him his own country. I'd make him wear a demin jacket. And... the word "pink" would not be alive... -_-;;
Author's Note: Everyone thought it was funny. Hence... I HAD to write another one. ::cackles madly:: WELCOME BACK! Yes, it's happened again! This time... Ken enters the grand lunch scene!!! WHOO! And we have lots of fun with more fork twisting, jello killing lunch conversations! Again- YES... this IS how I spend my lunch hour. It's a sad, sad, frightening thing to watch...
WARNING: Random insanity.
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"BONZAAAAAAIIIIIIII! Death to the jello fanatics!"
Daisuke pouted, as no one batted an eyelash at his death battle cry. Sinking down into the plastic chair, the boy contented himself with jabbing at his "roast beef" in suspicion. Around him, the others continued their own antics, occassionally pausing to look at the NEWCOMER to their table.
Ah, the dreaded case of NEWCOMER. Scary, scary.
"So... this is how you spend your lunch hour?" Ken asked lamely.
"More or less," Takeru said sadly, looking down at his abandoned lunch tray, trying to ignore the chaotic people around him.
"Ah. It's... interesting."
"Yes... interesting..."
Ken paused, glancing around the circular school table and it's occupents. "Is... is Iori... trying to build something with his... ah... milk carton?"
The blonde spared a look over, and slowly nodded. "It looks like the Corn Palace in Marshall, South Dakota..."
"... if you look at it from a right angle, I guess so."
Iori sniffed, glaring at them darkly from his creation. "You fools. I am attempted to recreate the Leaning Tower of-"
"Pizza! Pizza leans! Like... waaaay over..." Daisuke proved this point by leaning over the table- and promptly into Ken's face. Where he calmly grinned, poked his forehead, and announced, "WAH! Ahaha! I like pizza, do you?"
The boy genius had eyes wider than saucers. "I... it depends..."
"On what? Pizza is pizza, and- GAK!" Takeru grabbed Daisuke and shoved him back down into his seat- forcefully.
"Shut up, Dai. Or I'll put green jello in your locker..." (The threat had it's desired effect- Daisuke screamed in horror, and quickly trembled beneath the table...)
Hikari took this moment to ignore Miyako's mumblings about some guy named Adam trying to play "hard to get", and looked over at the others. "Ken, it's nice of you to join us. Are you going to start coming here everyday?"
Ken forced a smile. "Perhaps... perhaps not..."
"Maybe the sun will shine! Maybe it'll RAIN! Baby, it doesn't matter- it's all the saaaaaaaame..."
Silence. Takeru blushed.
"... sorry."
"BLOND GILLIGAN WENCH!!" Daisuke promptly started poking the blond's exposed legs under the table. "Die a horrible jello-liquified death, you cad!"
"Is it always like this here?" Hikari asked sadly, brandashing a fork full of green beans to prove her point. "Why can't we all just get along... in peace?"
"Will you pay me?" Daisuke asked.
"... no...?"
"Then NO." He went back to poking Takeru's legs, who was furiously trying to whack him with his hat to stop it, and yelling something about blackmailing him with stalking techiniques.
She sighed. "Alright... peace isn't so fun, anyway..." Calmly noting this, she went back to plotting military missions to take over Zimbabaway and the Zimbabawayans, using little toy tanks in her apple sauce. (Hey, it happens...)
"And I know Adam says he doesn't like me, but I can't help but love him, and..." (No one was paying attention to poor Miyako- Adam gets old very quickly. He's a very boring boy who likes to collect stamps. Damn him and his sanity!)
Finally giving up on Takeru's "skinny, chicken wench legs" (according to Dai)... the boy crawled back up onto his seat, now holding a shiny fork in his hand. Takeru paled about three new shades.
"I have a fork, now, Blond Gilligan Sacrificial Creature Thingie."
Said blonde proceeded to slowly slide down his seat in terror... wide eyed...
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY EAAAAAAR!!!"
Ken heard this distantly, but ignored it in resolution that defies human logic. After all, he *was* busy showing Iori how to build a proper Leaning Tower out of milk cartons...
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OWARI ~*~
Yes, I'm insane. ^_^;; Yes, these things happen at lunch. Well... most of them. I don't think anyone's brought toy tanks yet, but hey... it could happen! ::grins:: Anyway- just dont' shoot me for writing it again... and if it made no sense, it was late, I have a reason... ::blush:: S'rry.
Daisuke: Oh stop making excuses. You enjoyed the fork. You KNOW you enjoyed the fork.
... ::grins wide:: Oh YEAH.
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By Kay
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, I'd have Daisuke be the main character on every episode. I'd give him his own country. I'd make him wear a demin jacket. And... the word "pink" would not be alive... -_-;;
Author's Note: Everyone thought it was funny. Hence... I HAD to write another one. ::cackles madly:: WELCOME BACK! Yes, it's happened again! This time... Ken enters the grand lunch scene!!! WHOO! And we have lots of fun with more fork twisting, jello killing lunch conversations! Again- YES... this IS how I spend my lunch hour. It's a sad, sad, frightening thing to watch...
WARNING: Random insanity.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"BONZAAAAAAIIIIIIII! Death to the jello fanatics!"
Daisuke pouted, as no one batted an eyelash at his death battle cry. Sinking down into the plastic chair, the boy contented himself with jabbing at his "roast beef" in suspicion. Around him, the others continued their own antics, occassionally pausing to look at the NEWCOMER to their table.
Ah, the dreaded case of NEWCOMER. Scary, scary.
"So... this is how you spend your lunch hour?" Ken asked lamely.
"More or less," Takeru said sadly, looking down at his abandoned lunch tray, trying to ignore the chaotic people around him.
"Ah. It's... interesting."
"Yes... interesting..."
Ken paused, glancing around the circular school table and it's occupents. "Is... is Iori... trying to build something with his... ah... milk carton?"
The blonde spared a look over, and slowly nodded. "It looks like the Corn Palace in Marshall, South Dakota..."
"... if you look at it from a right angle, I guess so."
Iori sniffed, glaring at them darkly from his creation. "You fools. I am attempted to recreate the Leaning Tower of-"
"Pizza! Pizza leans! Like... waaaay over..." Daisuke proved this point by leaning over the table- and promptly into Ken's face. Where he calmly grinned, poked his forehead, and announced, "WAH! Ahaha! I like pizza, do you?"
The boy genius had eyes wider than saucers. "I... it depends..."
"On what? Pizza is pizza, and- GAK!" Takeru grabbed Daisuke and shoved him back down into his seat- forcefully.
"Shut up, Dai. Or I'll put green jello in your locker..." (The threat had it's desired effect- Daisuke screamed in horror, and quickly trembled beneath the table...)
Hikari took this moment to ignore Miyako's mumblings about some guy named Adam trying to play "hard to get", and looked over at the others. "Ken, it's nice of you to join us. Are you going to start coming here everyday?"
Ken forced a smile. "Perhaps... perhaps not..."
"Maybe the sun will shine! Maybe it'll RAIN! Baby, it doesn't matter- it's all the saaaaaaaame..."
Silence. Takeru blushed.
"... sorry."
"BLOND GILLIGAN WENCH!!" Daisuke promptly started poking the blond's exposed legs under the table. "Die a horrible jello-liquified death, you cad!"
"Is it always like this here?" Hikari asked sadly, brandashing a fork full of green beans to prove her point. "Why can't we all just get along... in peace?"
"Will you pay me?" Daisuke asked.
"... no...?"
"Then NO." He went back to poking Takeru's legs, who was furiously trying to whack him with his hat to stop it, and yelling something about blackmailing him with stalking techiniques.
She sighed. "Alright... peace isn't so fun, anyway..." Calmly noting this, she went back to plotting military missions to take over Zimbabaway and the Zimbabawayans, using little toy tanks in her apple sauce. (Hey, it happens...)
"And I know Adam says he doesn't like me, but I can't help but love him, and..." (No one was paying attention to poor Miyako- Adam gets old very quickly. He's a very boring boy who likes to collect stamps. Damn him and his sanity!)
Finally giving up on Takeru's "skinny, chicken wench legs" (according to Dai)... the boy crawled back up onto his seat, now holding a shiny fork in his hand. Takeru paled about three new shades.
"I have a fork, now, Blond Gilligan Sacrificial Creature Thingie."
Said blonde proceeded to slowly slide down his seat in terror... wide eyed...
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY EAAAAAAR!!!"
Ken heard this distantly, but ignored it in resolution that defies human logic. After all, he *was* busy showing Iori how to build a proper Leaning Tower out of milk cartons...
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OWARI ~*~
Yes, I'm insane. ^_^;; Yes, these things happen at lunch. Well... most of them. I don't think anyone's brought toy tanks yet, but hey... it could happen! ::grins:: Anyway- just dont' shoot me for writing it again... and if it made no sense, it was late, I have a reason... ::blush:: S'rry.
Daisuke: Oh stop making excuses. You enjoyed the fork. You KNOW you enjoyed the fork.
... ::grins wide:: Oh YEAH.
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