"So, pepperoni or meatlovers?" Daisuke wondered, raising his head to look
up at the ceiling, away from the mouth watering choices read off the paper.
The light reflected off the moist surface of his light brown eyes as he
thought. Lowering his head, he looked across the table at Ken, who had his
head down and looked like he was concentrating hard on what he was reading.
"Yo, Cyclopes, burning a hole through the menu won't help with choices." Daisuke mused, flicking the top edge of Ken's menu with his index finger, waking him up as he raised his head to blink questioning violet eyes at him. Raising an eyebrow, he didn't bother to blow the loose hair away from his face, though he usually has his hair in a styled mess.
A grin slowly passing across his smooth lips, Ken shrugged and looked back down at the menu. "Well I have no idea what to get. They all look like good choices, and they sound like good choices." He said meekly, keeping his head down and looking at the Pizza Hut menu.
"How about pepperoni? That's always a good choice. One of the best I'd say." Daisuke grinned, leaning against the table, placing his arms on it. Looking at Ken's camera, he remembered his idea and raised an eyebrow. Reaching over and tapping his index finger against the hard surface of it, he looked at Ken. "Still wanting to make your Behind-The-Scenes?"
Ken looked at up at the noise, finding himself looking straight into Daisuke's eyes, asking him about his idea. Nodding his head slowly, he blinked. "Of course I am. I want something to do and this sounds like fun. Getting to know the DigiDestined and the Digimon Emperor behind the scenes. Sounds like a cool idea, don't you think?"
Daisuke shrugged, looking away from Ken and up at the roof thoughtfully. "Well I don't know. Do you even know -how- to work a camera?"
Ken gave him a blank look, "I know the basics."
"Oh come on Ken. If you don't know anything else, then it would seem like a crappy home movie." He stated, still looking at the roof. Resting on his shoulder, he stared at the ceiling lights, turning Ken's seemingly whacked out idea in his mind.
"Yeah, but you overlook one thing, Dai. This is a Behind The Scenes. Meaning, just Behind The Scenes without all that fancy stuff. So.."
"So meaning you wouldn't be able to go public with some lame thing like a home movie. Dude, if you want to make a Behind The Scenes, why not spice it up with pizzazz? I'm sure the directors could help you with it, you know, like all the interviews, shots, takes, etc."
"Interviews!?" Ken's eyes widened at the thought of going public with just a little project he wanted to do, like running around the studio with a video camera, something like candid camera. "Wait, wait, wait, Daisuke. Come on, if this would go all out, it would mean like, not as natural as it would be if I were to just run around with a camera." Ken chuckled a little at that, him, running around with a video camera and capturing the others at the worst of times.
Daisuke sighed, looking at Ken out of the corner of his eyes with a shrug. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes and leaned over his right shoulder to stare at Ken from his awkward place on the table. "Ken, listen dude, it doesn't have to be all crappy like that. Dude, I mean, think interviews man! More claim to fame! Don't you -want- to be famous?!" Daisuke asked wide eyed and looking ecstatic.
"But Daisuke! Yeesh! Come on, yourself!" Ken burst out, rolling his own eyes at Daisuke. He eyed him out of the corner of his violet orbs, staring at him in a way that you could tell he was annoyed and ready to give up and drop the entire conversation. With a snort he shook his head. "I'm already famous enough!"
Just then the waitress walked back over to their table, carrying two drinks on a tray. Grabbing each drink separately, she sets them down on the table in front of Ken and beside Daisuke, raising an eyebrow at his sprawled figure across the tabletop. "Could you -please- get down off the table? You may be famous and all, but you still have to follow the rules of normal everyday citizens." She huffed, poking Daisuke in the shoulder.
Turning her gaze to look at Ken, she smiled and winked at him. "Hey Mr. Ichijouji, Digimon Emperor, do you think you could sign this for me?" She asked, smiling sweetly handing Ken a piece of paper. He took it casually; not noticing it wasn't just a blank piece of paper until he turned it around to look at himself, dressed fully in the Kaiser costume. As soon as he saw his own face, his own smirk, his own co-star Wormmon, his face went red as he raised his right hand up to his face.
"Oh good god.." He mumbled beneath his breath into the smooth palm of his hand. Closing his eyes for a moment, he re-opened them briefly as the embarrassed blush fled from his warm cheeks and ears, only to reheat when he saw the waitress giggling through his fingers. Reaching out his left hand, he took the pen that was offered to him, putting it against the picture and scribbling out his name.
A squeal was released from the waitress standing over him as she watched him sign, making him jumped and nearly drop the pen while he was handing it and the signed picture back to her. She smiled brightly and hugged the picture to her chest. "I'm your NUMBER ONE FAN!" She squealed again, turning around on her heels and running from the table gleefully. Giggling and shrieks of delight were heard in the background, and something about marrying Ken.
Daisuke blinked along with Ken, watching the waitress run away from their table. In unision they slowly turned their heads and looked at each other with puzzled expressions, wondering what the hell to think of what just happened. Raising an eyebrow, Daisuke cleared his throat and sat down in the seat, pressing his back against the wall of their booth.
"Okay then.." Daisuke said, shifting his gaze onto the menus that were still on the table. Sliding his hand out, he grabbed the menu and placed it against his drawn up knee, reading it and trying to forget all about what just happened. Opening his mouth in a yawn, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he drew in a long deep breath.
Ken was still sitting in his seat, facing Daisuke with a blank expression. "Uhm.. Erm.. That was rather…strange." He blinked; shaking his head he leaned against the table, setting his bare arms on the cool tabletop. Sitting there, not paying any attention, he barely heard the waitress approach. Foreign arms wrapped around him and squeezed what little breath he had from the gasp that escaped his throat, his eyes bulging from the compression put around him.
"Ohhh!!" The waitress, Tiff, bounced up and down on her knees, snuggling Ken to her in ecstatic giddiness. "Thank you!! Oh my GOD! Oh my god, OH MY GOD. Oh MY god! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, AHHH!" She screeched right into his ear. "Thank you so so much!!" She chimed, continuing to smoosh him in her glomp. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" Feeling him struggle against her grip, she giggled more and kissed his cheek. Keeping her arms wrapped around him, she squeezed him until she couldn't squeeze no more. Which unfortunately for Ken, was a long time. "You're just so kyyuuute!" She smiled brightly.
Ken squeaked, curling his arms around Tiff's to try and pry her off of him. Sticking out his tongue, he chokes out, " you're choking me." Sucking in what little breath he could, he closed his eyes. He opens them again, turning blue and swimming in desperation. "Ugh, gyaahh!" He flailed his arms, trying to push her away.
Daisuke's eyes widened as he leapt over the table to help Ken with prying Tiff off. "Dude! You're gonna kill him! Look! He's turning blue!" Daisuke points out, not paying attention to the entire restaurant looking at their little booth in the corner. Finally pulling her arm away from his throat, she stood up. He listens as Ken lets out a breath of air and sucks a big one back in, his chest heaving.
Plopping back down into his seat, Ken felt the front of his neck for anything broken, that's what it sure felt like anyways. Still in a daze from not getting air, he leans back into the soft plush chair of their booth. Leaning his head back against the seat, he rolls his eyes to look up at Tiff, swallowing before managing a squeak of a voice. "What.. were.. you.. DOING?!" He suddenly snapped, his eyes widening into a deluded stare. He shot up from his seat and grabbed Tiff by the shoulders, shaking her madly, his eyes crazed. "ARE YOU INSANE, WOMAN?!?"
Tiff's own green eyes widened in response, being shaken by this psychotic loon. She pushed him away from her, breaking his grip, and stared at him in disbelief. The look soon turned to almost defiancy. "I was JUST giving you a SIMPLE HUG! Now if you don't MIND..." She rolled her eyes. "What would you like to order??" She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her. Ken collapsed into his booth and onto the table, exhuasted.
Daisuke stared silently at the unmoving Ken. "Uhh..." he started, not bothering to look at the waitress. Ken's face was smashed into the table, hair masking around him, arms lazily sprawled across. Daisuke blinked. "...Just a large pepperoni and that's fine." He saw Tiff nod out of the corner of his eye, then walk away.
Growing curious after more seconds passing by in silence, Daisuke raised an eyebrow at Ken. He still hadn't even twitched. Leaning over across the table, he slowly approached the unconcious violet hair with proceeding caution. Tilting his head, close now to him, he was about to poke the boy.
Suddenly Ken's head bolted up, and he screamed like a sissy girl seeing Daisuke up in his face, nose to nose. His arms flailed, and he toppled back into his booth.
"AHH! IT LIVES!" Daisuke screeched, falling back into his own cushioned seat. He clutched the cotton of the plastic, blinking. He stared at Ken inquisitvely.
"What the hell were you doing?!" Ken ordered. "Trying to kiss me!?" He slapped his forehead, "Jesus!" With a groan, he slouched back into the corner, attaching his hand to his brow, resting his elbow on the table. He eyed the laughing Daisuke out of the gaps between his fingers. "...And what the hell might I add is so funny?"
Daisuke laughed more. "Sorry buddy, was just seeing if you were still alive. Hey, don't get moody on me now. Come on, chill out."
Ken sighed, seeing he wasn't himself either. Sliding his arm across the table comfortably he evened himself out, sitting properly and directly across from Daisuke now. "I'm sorry..." he responded quietly. "..It's just been a long day." Tranquil violets blinked back at Ken as he stared past the miniature icebergs in his drink, onto the liquid's surface.
Daisuke grinned, "Oh, but man! I sure would've loved to have that girl cling to me like that." His grin widened and he folded his arms behind his head, daydreaming.
Ken looked up at him from stirring his soda with his straw. "Hmph," he disagreed, sitting back in his seat. He brushed off his arm sleeve with a glare, "...She had cooties."
"Yo, Cyclopes, burning a hole through the menu won't help with choices." Daisuke mused, flicking the top edge of Ken's menu with his index finger, waking him up as he raised his head to blink questioning violet eyes at him. Raising an eyebrow, he didn't bother to blow the loose hair away from his face, though he usually has his hair in a styled mess.
A grin slowly passing across his smooth lips, Ken shrugged and looked back down at the menu. "Well I have no idea what to get. They all look like good choices, and they sound like good choices." He said meekly, keeping his head down and looking at the Pizza Hut menu.
"How about pepperoni? That's always a good choice. One of the best I'd say." Daisuke grinned, leaning against the table, placing his arms on it. Looking at Ken's camera, he remembered his idea and raised an eyebrow. Reaching over and tapping his index finger against the hard surface of it, he looked at Ken. "Still wanting to make your Behind-The-Scenes?"
Ken looked at up at the noise, finding himself looking straight into Daisuke's eyes, asking him about his idea. Nodding his head slowly, he blinked. "Of course I am. I want something to do and this sounds like fun. Getting to know the DigiDestined and the Digimon Emperor behind the scenes. Sounds like a cool idea, don't you think?"
Daisuke shrugged, looking away from Ken and up at the roof thoughtfully. "Well I don't know. Do you even know -how- to work a camera?"
Ken gave him a blank look, "I know the basics."
"Oh come on Ken. If you don't know anything else, then it would seem like a crappy home movie." He stated, still looking at the roof. Resting on his shoulder, he stared at the ceiling lights, turning Ken's seemingly whacked out idea in his mind.
"Yeah, but you overlook one thing, Dai. This is a Behind The Scenes. Meaning, just Behind The Scenes without all that fancy stuff. So.."
"So meaning you wouldn't be able to go public with some lame thing like a home movie. Dude, if you want to make a Behind The Scenes, why not spice it up with pizzazz? I'm sure the directors could help you with it, you know, like all the interviews, shots, takes, etc."
"Interviews!?" Ken's eyes widened at the thought of going public with just a little project he wanted to do, like running around the studio with a video camera, something like candid camera. "Wait, wait, wait, Daisuke. Come on, if this would go all out, it would mean like, not as natural as it would be if I were to just run around with a camera." Ken chuckled a little at that, him, running around with a video camera and capturing the others at the worst of times.
Daisuke sighed, looking at Ken out of the corner of his eyes with a shrug. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes and leaned over his right shoulder to stare at Ken from his awkward place on the table. "Ken, listen dude, it doesn't have to be all crappy like that. Dude, I mean, think interviews man! More claim to fame! Don't you -want- to be famous?!" Daisuke asked wide eyed and looking ecstatic.
"But Daisuke! Yeesh! Come on, yourself!" Ken burst out, rolling his own eyes at Daisuke. He eyed him out of the corner of his violet orbs, staring at him in a way that you could tell he was annoyed and ready to give up and drop the entire conversation. With a snort he shook his head. "I'm already famous enough!"
Just then the waitress walked back over to their table, carrying two drinks on a tray. Grabbing each drink separately, she sets them down on the table in front of Ken and beside Daisuke, raising an eyebrow at his sprawled figure across the tabletop. "Could you -please- get down off the table? You may be famous and all, but you still have to follow the rules of normal everyday citizens." She huffed, poking Daisuke in the shoulder.
Turning her gaze to look at Ken, she smiled and winked at him. "Hey Mr. Ichijouji, Digimon Emperor, do you think you could sign this for me?" She asked, smiling sweetly handing Ken a piece of paper. He took it casually; not noticing it wasn't just a blank piece of paper until he turned it around to look at himself, dressed fully in the Kaiser costume. As soon as he saw his own face, his own smirk, his own co-star Wormmon, his face went red as he raised his right hand up to his face.
"Oh good god.." He mumbled beneath his breath into the smooth palm of his hand. Closing his eyes for a moment, he re-opened them briefly as the embarrassed blush fled from his warm cheeks and ears, only to reheat when he saw the waitress giggling through his fingers. Reaching out his left hand, he took the pen that was offered to him, putting it against the picture and scribbling out his name.
A squeal was released from the waitress standing over him as she watched him sign, making him jumped and nearly drop the pen while he was handing it and the signed picture back to her. She smiled brightly and hugged the picture to her chest. "I'm your NUMBER ONE FAN!" She squealed again, turning around on her heels and running from the table gleefully. Giggling and shrieks of delight were heard in the background, and something about marrying Ken.
Daisuke blinked along with Ken, watching the waitress run away from their table. In unision they slowly turned their heads and looked at each other with puzzled expressions, wondering what the hell to think of what just happened. Raising an eyebrow, Daisuke cleared his throat and sat down in the seat, pressing his back against the wall of their booth.
"Okay then.." Daisuke said, shifting his gaze onto the menus that were still on the table. Sliding his hand out, he grabbed the menu and placed it against his drawn up knee, reading it and trying to forget all about what just happened. Opening his mouth in a yawn, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he drew in a long deep breath.
Ken was still sitting in his seat, facing Daisuke with a blank expression. "Uhm.. Erm.. That was rather…strange." He blinked; shaking his head he leaned against the table, setting his bare arms on the cool tabletop. Sitting there, not paying any attention, he barely heard the waitress approach. Foreign arms wrapped around him and squeezed what little breath he had from the gasp that escaped his throat, his eyes bulging from the compression put around him.
"Ohhh!!" The waitress, Tiff, bounced up and down on her knees, snuggling Ken to her in ecstatic giddiness. "Thank you!! Oh my GOD! Oh my god, OH MY GOD. Oh MY god! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, AHHH!" She screeched right into his ear. "Thank you so so much!!" She chimed, continuing to smoosh him in her glomp. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" Feeling him struggle against her grip, she giggled more and kissed his cheek. Keeping her arms wrapped around him, she squeezed him until she couldn't squeeze no more. Which unfortunately for Ken, was a long time. "You're just so kyyuuute!" She smiled brightly.
Ken squeaked, curling his arms around Tiff's to try and pry her off of him. Sticking out his tongue, he chokes out, " you're choking me." Sucking in what little breath he could, he closed his eyes. He opens them again, turning blue and swimming in desperation. "Ugh, gyaahh!" He flailed his arms, trying to push her away.
Daisuke's eyes widened as he leapt over the table to help Ken with prying Tiff off. "Dude! You're gonna kill him! Look! He's turning blue!" Daisuke points out, not paying attention to the entire restaurant looking at their little booth in the corner. Finally pulling her arm away from his throat, she stood up. He listens as Ken lets out a breath of air and sucks a big one back in, his chest heaving.
Plopping back down into his seat, Ken felt the front of his neck for anything broken, that's what it sure felt like anyways. Still in a daze from not getting air, he leans back into the soft plush chair of their booth. Leaning his head back against the seat, he rolls his eyes to look up at Tiff, swallowing before managing a squeak of a voice. "What.. were.. you.. DOING?!" He suddenly snapped, his eyes widening into a deluded stare. He shot up from his seat and grabbed Tiff by the shoulders, shaking her madly, his eyes crazed. "ARE YOU INSANE, WOMAN?!?"
Tiff's own green eyes widened in response, being shaken by this psychotic loon. She pushed him away from her, breaking his grip, and stared at him in disbelief. The look soon turned to almost defiancy. "I was JUST giving you a SIMPLE HUG! Now if you don't MIND..." She rolled her eyes. "What would you like to order??" She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her. Ken collapsed into his booth and onto the table, exhuasted.
Daisuke stared silently at the unmoving Ken. "Uhh..." he started, not bothering to look at the waitress. Ken's face was smashed into the table, hair masking around him, arms lazily sprawled across. Daisuke blinked. "...Just a large pepperoni and that's fine." He saw Tiff nod out of the corner of his eye, then walk away.
Growing curious after more seconds passing by in silence, Daisuke raised an eyebrow at Ken. He still hadn't even twitched. Leaning over across the table, he slowly approached the unconcious violet hair with proceeding caution. Tilting his head, close now to him, he was about to poke the boy.
Suddenly Ken's head bolted up, and he screamed like a sissy girl seeing Daisuke up in his face, nose to nose. His arms flailed, and he toppled back into his booth.
"AHH! IT LIVES!" Daisuke screeched, falling back into his own cushioned seat. He clutched the cotton of the plastic, blinking. He stared at Ken inquisitvely.
"What the hell were you doing?!" Ken ordered. "Trying to kiss me!?" He slapped his forehead, "Jesus!" With a groan, he slouched back into the corner, attaching his hand to his brow, resting his elbow on the table. He eyed the laughing Daisuke out of the gaps between his fingers. "...And what the hell might I add is so funny?"
Daisuke laughed more. "Sorry buddy, was just seeing if you were still alive. Hey, don't get moody on me now. Come on, chill out."
Ken sighed, seeing he wasn't himself either. Sliding his arm across the table comfortably he evened himself out, sitting properly and directly across from Daisuke now. "I'm sorry..." he responded quietly. "..It's just been a long day." Tranquil violets blinked back at Ken as he stared past the miniature icebergs in his drink, onto the liquid's surface.
Daisuke grinned, "Oh, but man! I sure would've loved to have that girl cling to me like that." His grin widened and he folded his arms behind his head, daydreaming.
Ken looked up at him from stirring his soda with his straw. "Hmph," he disagreed, sitting back in his seat. He brushed off his arm sleeve with a glare, "...She had cooties."