"Damn, I can't believe you just broke my camera.." Ken muttered, looking
down at the camera that just shut off on him a few moments ago. Raising his
head to peer through dyed dark blue strands of hair, he eyes Miyako
grudgingly with his light violet eyes. Snorting, he slides out from beneath
her over the opposite arm of "his" chair. Crouching his knees as he lands
on the floor, he stands up to his full height again.
Casting a glance over his shoulder at Miyako, who was just leaning against the black and dark blue chair with an upraised eyebrow, he just shook his head, the wild strands of his hair cascading across his light colored face and eyes.
"Geez boy, you'd think that was your own soul I damaged." Miyako huffed, strolling over to him as he made his way from the set, holding his precious camera in both of his hands, staring down at it. Reaching out a hand, she grabs his right shoulder, stopping him as he raises his head and turns around to look at her.
"What now?" He asks in almost an annoyed sigh, looking at her with a blank expression. In the dim light of the studio, his violet eyes seem darker than usual, his expression cold like the jerk he played on the TV show. His eyebrows furrowed in suppressed anger, he waits, folding his arms across his chest, gripping the camera in one hand.
Taken aback by his expression, Miyako let go of his shoulder and edge a small inch away from him. Her eyes widening in a little surprise, she blinked it away and stared back at him. "I just wanted to say I was sorry!" She snapped, turning away on her heel she stalked out of the opposite exit of the studio, storming away.
"Ugh.." Ken groaned, raising a hand to his face he pressed his fingers into the side of his cheek, watching Miyako storm away from him. Raising an eyebrow, he wondered what exactly happened just now, and who caused it. All he knew was that his video camera was broken and he had to get it fixed.. after he checked it out himself.
"Yo DUDE! What's up, yo?" A familiar voiced laughed as the other boy came running over to Ken from the doorway he was heading to. With a grin he leaped up in front of Ken's face. "Look, there's the enemy now, why you lookin' so horrible?" Daisuke asked, sounding a little concerned through his typical playful attitude.
Reaching out a fist, he punched Ken playfully on the shoulder, "I'm looking for food, want to catch something with me? You can help me slay dinner. I'll give you 25%" Daisuke chuckled, looking over Ken's shoulder at Miyako as the door slammed.
"Girl troubles? Harsh dude." Daisuke blinked, turning his chocolate brown eyed gaze onto Ken's trouble face again. Raising an eyebrow, he reached out and grabbed the Japanese boy's arm and pulled him along. "Come, don't wanna be early for the studio food, it tastes exactly like cafeteria food." Daisuke shuttered, not paying attention to Ken's slouch of a walk.
Walking out the same doors Miyako came from, they ended up on the sidewalk of Mainstreet. Looking around, Daisuke let go of Ken's arm and reached into his red sports jacket for his sunglasses. Pulling them out, he puts them on and looks at Ken again, noticing the broken camera in his friend's hands.
"Mind if I take that for a moment?" He asked, just grabbing it out of Ken's hands, appearing to be taking it from him clumsily, he handled it perfectly with ease. Holding it up in front of him as Ken stood by with a worried look on his face, Daisuke ignored it and stared at the camera from all sides.
"There's your problem." The tanned boy announces, pointing to the battery pack on the bottom of the camera. "Tab is broken and it's not being held in properly. A little duct tape would do the trick." Daisuke grinned, handing it back to Ken who looked a little more relieved.
"Really? Whoa, I thought I wasn't going to live for the next rolling of film. My mom gave me this and told me to take care of it while I had it, not to mention get some shots of the studio and stuff. Actually I want to make my own show, a Behind-The-Scenes show." Ken explained, cradling the camera in his firm grip.
Daisuke nodded with his usual grin he had both on set and off set, looking at Ken from behind his masking sunglasses. His short brown hair done up in fashionable spikes along with the rest of his clothing; A pair of black jeans, a white tucked in t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a red and black sports jacket.
"So, where to dude? Pizza or-" He jerks his head over his shoulder at the studio door they just left. "- Plastic?"
Ken shrugged, looking at Daisuke who was just a little shorter than he was, though seeming to look older with his hair and the way he was dressed. Holding back a laugh, he also thought of his squeaky voice he had to use on set, which totally contrasted against his looks.
"Pizza sounds like the best choice though, right?" He asks in his usual calm voice, he was glad to actually talk normally without the strain of anger. Usually a lot of yelling and screaming and growling, which he had to do on set, was hard for his throat to take hours at a time.
Daisuke nodded again, turning his head away from Ken to look at the street before them. Looking both ways to check for cars, he strolled out onto the deserted roadway, casually walking over to the Pizza Hut across the way.
Watching Daisuke go, Ken blinked his violet eyes and shook his head, waking out of whatever he was troubled over. Making a note to himself that it was over and thing would be okay; he strolled out behind Daisuke, falling into casual step as he approached the shorter boy.
"So why do you want to make a "Behind-The-Scenes" show anyways, Ken?" Daisuke asked over his shoulder, hearing Ken trail up to his side as they crossed the street. Sliding his hand into his pockets, he waited for the older boy's answer.
"Oh I don't know. Being around the studio is fun and all that whatever stuff, but simply being around it? Why not do something while we're staying here and filming? It would be a lot better than just being cooped up in our rooms all day." The longhaired boy explained, his lengthy bangs whisking across his face with the own breeze he was creating by walking briskly across the street.
Setting foot on the concrete of the sidewalk, Daisuke turned his head up in thought. "Yeah.. But we -are- doing stuff you know, like reading over our lines for one thing. There's also plenty to do here, in Los Angeles. For one thing, I know a Japanese boy like you hasn't been here in America before. We could tour this place around for a while you know. Maybe even get lost." Daisuke laughed, walking into the store, he held the door open for Ken.
Walking into the Pizza Hut in front of Daisuke, Ken looked over his shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow. "I may have come from Japan, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about America." He stated, crossing his arms across his chest, still holding onto the camera. Closing his eyes, his huffed and looked at Daisuke.
Daisuke shrugged, he began to walk over to an unoccupied table and sat down. "Hey don't get all defensive on me Ken. I know you may have studied America, but guess what? That doesn't mean you've experienced it. Like.. America may influence your country a little.. Well, a lot, but, thing are totally different over here in America. Take.. Uhm... Like, oh!" His eyes widened, as he slammed his palms down on the tabletop. "Ya know that thing?? Ya know like that one, with the thing on it? Yeah, and you twist it? Dude and you know when like... Okay, so there's this thing, right? And...it's got swiss cheese on it? Totally, and..." Daisuke's eyes lost Ken's grip as he studied a more interesting specimin, walking to the table.
"What...?" Ken raised his eyebrow tenderly, being left to figure out on his own what exactly had swiss cheese on it. Listening to his friend space out, he stared across the table at him, whom of which was obviously caught in a stare at something behind him. "...Earth to Bravo Team." He blinked.
"Uhm... I'll get back to you on that one..." Daisuke trailed off, eyeing the waitress as she walked over to them as they stood talking.
Looking at Daisuke in puzzlement, Ken raised an eyebrow at Daisuke as he practically drooled at the young waitress who walked up to them. She turned to him after taking one disgusted look at Daisuke. "Hello, I'm Tiff and I'll be your server. Would you like anything to drink?" She said, eyeing Daisuke out of the corner of her green eye.
Ken looked at Daisuke, raising an eyebrow with a shrug he looked back up at the waitress. "Guess.. pop." He said sounding unsure. The waitress blinked her green eyes at him,
"..Pop?"
"Yeah.. pop."
"Okay, what kind?"
"..What kind is there?"
"Well, there's a- Hey, have I seen you before?" She asks, peering at him in recognition.
Ken blinked, looking back at her with a surprised look on his face. "..I don't think so. I don't know you." He said, casting a glance to Daisuke who grinned a little. He reached across the table and poked him, "don't forget, you're on a world wide TV show, Ken." He snickered, sitting back in his seat.
"Ken. Oh! Ken Ichijouji! The boy genius and evil Digimon Emperor! Thought I saw you before." The waitress grinned, popping a stick of gum into her mouth. She looked at him thoughtfully, "you sure are a lot cuter in person though. My little brother watches Digimon, saw it from the first season. Little guy, I swear he's obsessed with it."
Ken blushed a little, pinkish color coming into his cheeks as he was recognized from the television show. He smiled and nodded his head, wondering why she was babbling on about the show and who he was. All the while he heard Daisuke chuckling on the other side of the table.
"And you, you must be the DigiDestined leader, Daisuke." The waitress smiled, turning away from Ken and looking over at the laughing boy. Put on the spot, he managed to keep with cool, not blushing at all when she noticed him. Ken made a face while the waitresses back was turned.
"Two cokes please." Daisuke interrupted the waitress with a raise of two fingers and his request. He grinned up at her as she blinked and wrote it down, almost blushing a little as she realized she was babbling on and on about the show and who they were when they noticed it.
As she walked away to get their drinks, Ken eyed her back wearily, sliding against the corner of the booth they were sitting at. "Well.. that was interesting. I know who I am now." He snickered, looking away from the waitress to Daisuke who grinned a reply. Reaching for his menu, he opened it up to a world of pizza's and toppings, the smell of food making him hungry as ever.
Casting a glance over his shoulder at Miyako, who was just leaning against the black and dark blue chair with an upraised eyebrow, he just shook his head, the wild strands of his hair cascading across his light colored face and eyes.
"Geez boy, you'd think that was your own soul I damaged." Miyako huffed, strolling over to him as he made his way from the set, holding his precious camera in both of his hands, staring down at it. Reaching out a hand, she grabs his right shoulder, stopping him as he raises his head and turns around to look at her.
"What now?" He asks in almost an annoyed sigh, looking at her with a blank expression. In the dim light of the studio, his violet eyes seem darker than usual, his expression cold like the jerk he played on the TV show. His eyebrows furrowed in suppressed anger, he waits, folding his arms across his chest, gripping the camera in one hand.
Taken aback by his expression, Miyako let go of his shoulder and edge a small inch away from him. Her eyes widening in a little surprise, she blinked it away and stared back at him. "I just wanted to say I was sorry!" She snapped, turning away on her heel she stalked out of the opposite exit of the studio, storming away.
"Ugh.." Ken groaned, raising a hand to his face he pressed his fingers into the side of his cheek, watching Miyako storm away from him. Raising an eyebrow, he wondered what exactly happened just now, and who caused it. All he knew was that his video camera was broken and he had to get it fixed.. after he checked it out himself.
"Yo DUDE! What's up, yo?" A familiar voiced laughed as the other boy came running over to Ken from the doorway he was heading to. With a grin he leaped up in front of Ken's face. "Look, there's the enemy now, why you lookin' so horrible?" Daisuke asked, sounding a little concerned through his typical playful attitude.
Reaching out a fist, he punched Ken playfully on the shoulder, "I'm looking for food, want to catch something with me? You can help me slay dinner. I'll give you 25%" Daisuke chuckled, looking over Ken's shoulder at Miyako as the door slammed.
"Girl troubles? Harsh dude." Daisuke blinked, turning his chocolate brown eyed gaze onto Ken's trouble face again. Raising an eyebrow, he reached out and grabbed the Japanese boy's arm and pulled him along. "Come, don't wanna be early for the studio food, it tastes exactly like cafeteria food." Daisuke shuttered, not paying attention to Ken's slouch of a walk.
Walking out the same doors Miyako came from, they ended up on the sidewalk of Mainstreet. Looking around, Daisuke let go of Ken's arm and reached into his red sports jacket for his sunglasses. Pulling them out, he puts them on and looks at Ken again, noticing the broken camera in his friend's hands.
"Mind if I take that for a moment?" He asked, just grabbing it out of Ken's hands, appearing to be taking it from him clumsily, he handled it perfectly with ease. Holding it up in front of him as Ken stood by with a worried look on his face, Daisuke ignored it and stared at the camera from all sides.
"There's your problem." The tanned boy announces, pointing to the battery pack on the bottom of the camera. "Tab is broken and it's not being held in properly. A little duct tape would do the trick." Daisuke grinned, handing it back to Ken who looked a little more relieved.
"Really? Whoa, I thought I wasn't going to live for the next rolling of film. My mom gave me this and told me to take care of it while I had it, not to mention get some shots of the studio and stuff. Actually I want to make my own show, a Behind-The-Scenes show." Ken explained, cradling the camera in his firm grip.
Daisuke nodded with his usual grin he had both on set and off set, looking at Ken from behind his masking sunglasses. His short brown hair done up in fashionable spikes along with the rest of his clothing; A pair of black jeans, a white tucked in t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a red and black sports jacket.
"So, where to dude? Pizza or-" He jerks his head over his shoulder at the studio door they just left. "- Plastic?"
Ken shrugged, looking at Daisuke who was just a little shorter than he was, though seeming to look older with his hair and the way he was dressed. Holding back a laugh, he also thought of his squeaky voice he had to use on set, which totally contrasted against his looks.
"Pizza sounds like the best choice though, right?" He asks in his usual calm voice, he was glad to actually talk normally without the strain of anger. Usually a lot of yelling and screaming and growling, which he had to do on set, was hard for his throat to take hours at a time.
Daisuke nodded again, turning his head away from Ken to look at the street before them. Looking both ways to check for cars, he strolled out onto the deserted roadway, casually walking over to the Pizza Hut across the way.
Watching Daisuke go, Ken blinked his violet eyes and shook his head, waking out of whatever he was troubled over. Making a note to himself that it was over and thing would be okay; he strolled out behind Daisuke, falling into casual step as he approached the shorter boy.
"So why do you want to make a "Behind-The-Scenes" show anyways, Ken?" Daisuke asked over his shoulder, hearing Ken trail up to his side as they crossed the street. Sliding his hand into his pockets, he waited for the older boy's answer.
"Oh I don't know. Being around the studio is fun and all that whatever stuff, but simply being around it? Why not do something while we're staying here and filming? It would be a lot better than just being cooped up in our rooms all day." The longhaired boy explained, his lengthy bangs whisking across his face with the own breeze he was creating by walking briskly across the street.
Setting foot on the concrete of the sidewalk, Daisuke turned his head up in thought. "Yeah.. But we -are- doing stuff you know, like reading over our lines for one thing. There's also plenty to do here, in Los Angeles. For one thing, I know a Japanese boy like you hasn't been here in America before. We could tour this place around for a while you know. Maybe even get lost." Daisuke laughed, walking into the store, he held the door open for Ken.
Walking into the Pizza Hut in front of Daisuke, Ken looked over his shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow. "I may have come from Japan, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about America." He stated, crossing his arms across his chest, still holding onto the camera. Closing his eyes, his huffed and looked at Daisuke.
Daisuke shrugged, he began to walk over to an unoccupied table and sat down. "Hey don't get all defensive on me Ken. I know you may have studied America, but guess what? That doesn't mean you've experienced it. Like.. America may influence your country a little.. Well, a lot, but, thing are totally different over here in America. Take.. Uhm... Like, oh!" His eyes widened, as he slammed his palms down on the tabletop. "Ya know that thing?? Ya know like that one, with the thing on it? Yeah, and you twist it? Dude and you know when like... Okay, so there's this thing, right? And...it's got swiss cheese on it? Totally, and..." Daisuke's eyes lost Ken's grip as he studied a more interesting specimin, walking to the table.
"What...?" Ken raised his eyebrow tenderly, being left to figure out on his own what exactly had swiss cheese on it. Listening to his friend space out, he stared across the table at him, whom of which was obviously caught in a stare at something behind him. "...Earth to Bravo Team." He blinked.
"Uhm... I'll get back to you on that one..." Daisuke trailed off, eyeing the waitress as she walked over to them as they stood talking.
Looking at Daisuke in puzzlement, Ken raised an eyebrow at Daisuke as he practically drooled at the young waitress who walked up to them. She turned to him after taking one disgusted look at Daisuke. "Hello, I'm Tiff and I'll be your server. Would you like anything to drink?" She said, eyeing Daisuke out of the corner of her green eye.
Ken looked at Daisuke, raising an eyebrow with a shrug he looked back up at the waitress. "Guess.. pop." He said sounding unsure. The waitress blinked her green eyes at him,
"..Pop?"
"Yeah.. pop."
"Okay, what kind?"
"..What kind is there?"
"Well, there's a- Hey, have I seen you before?" She asks, peering at him in recognition.
Ken blinked, looking back at her with a surprised look on his face. "..I don't think so. I don't know you." He said, casting a glance to Daisuke who grinned a little. He reached across the table and poked him, "don't forget, you're on a world wide TV show, Ken." He snickered, sitting back in his seat.
"Ken. Oh! Ken Ichijouji! The boy genius and evil Digimon Emperor! Thought I saw you before." The waitress grinned, popping a stick of gum into her mouth. She looked at him thoughtfully, "you sure are a lot cuter in person though. My little brother watches Digimon, saw it from the first season. Little guy, I swear he's obsessed with it."
Ken blushed a little, pinkish color coming into his cheeks as he was recognized from the television show. He smiled and nodded his head, wondering why she was babbling on about the show and who he was. All the while he heard Daisuke chuckling on the other side of the table.
"And you, you must be the DigiDestined leader, Daisuke." The waitress smiled, turning away from Ken and looking over at the laughing boy. Put on the spot, he managed to keep with cool, not blushing at all when she noticed him. Ken made a face while the waitresses back was turned.
"Two cokes please." Daisuke interrupted the waitress with a raise of two fingers and his request. He grinned up at her as she blinked and wrote it down, almost blushing a little as she realized she was babbling on and on about the show and who they were when they noticed it.
As she walked away to get their drinks, Ken eyed her back wearily, sliding against the corner of the booth they were sitting at. "Well.. that was interesting. I know who I am now." He snickered, looking away from the waitress to Daisuke who grinned a reply. Reaching for his menu, he opened it up to a world of pizza's and toppings, the smell of food making him hungry as ever.