One thing Taichi learned very early on about Daisuke was that; when excited
he much resembled a kangaroo on a trampling. About as articulate as one as
well. But at the moment Daisuke had reached an all time high. A dyslexic
cat would have made more sense.
Taichi had decide NOT to return to work today at the risk of, once again, being completely humiliated by being fired in front of the entire staff. There was simple no way that God- er- Yamato WOULD'NT fire him after the whole- dancing- ear biting-...
What was I thinking about again...
Taichi was happily drifting into a sleep-induced fantasyland when Daisuke ripped him away like some kind of winged demon from a fairy tale, spouting some gibberish that even a toddler would raise an eyebrow at. All he could do was sit p.j. clad in his sheets and stay wide eyed at like manic imp promenading on his mattress. It looked like something from a horror film. If Taichi wasn't used to Daisuke more then enthusiastic behavior, he was such he pants would've been dampened...
Through out all the chatter, Taichi discerned two words; fish stick and buttered toast. Which was probably just wishful thinking from his stomach. Daisuke finally gave up trying to get his tongue to corporate with his brain and yanked Taichi from his cozy little haven. Despite he size, Daisuke was quite deceptively strong and easily dragged a stupefied Taichi to the door.
****** Which is why Taichi was now sitting in Yamato's office wearing nothing but his night clothing. They consisted of boxers and a shirt, which he was now painfully reminded, was pink. Of course it didn't start that color. It was that sinister red sock that snuck into his load of whites that did this to him. He glared at the floor and cursed that damned sock with every foul word he could remember.
Daisuke was grinning like someone pinned his lips to his eyelids a foot away. He stood at attention like some kind of guard at Yamato's desk. He was there too. Just sitting riffling through a few papers, completely ignoring his company like they were merely decorations. Yamato sighed and jerked his glasses off his nose in a precise movement. Then shoot a his cold gaze to Daisuke and said:
"That will be all Daisuke." Then waved his hand to dismiss him through the door. Daisuke nodded curtly and dashed out with a "yes sir!". Taichi stared after Daisuke in horror.
Did he just ...
Of all people. Daisuke didn't say yes sir to his own father much less the man that made his life a living hell. Taichi cheek twitched as he felt a piercing gaze fall on him. Slowly his head turned to face 'him'. Yamato was in a state of his usually perfection. Everything primped to point being rigid and starched.
How could god be such a devil
He's mid winter eyes scorched as he looked Taichi up and down
How can ice burn
Yamato face pinched and his lips pursed as a smirked crept its way across his face, like a single beam if light in the deepest cavern.
"Th- that's a nice shirt." He said biting back a snicker.
Yamato the walking paradox.
Sorry it's short but I'm having problem shorting through my thoughts so until then this is all you get.
Taichi had decide NOT to return to work today at the risk of, once again, being completely humiliated by being fired in front of the entire staff. There was simple no way that God- er- Yamato WOULD'NT fire him after the whole- dancing- ear biting-...
What was I thinking about again...
Taichi was happily drifting into a sleep-induced fantasyland when Daisuke ripped him away like some kind of winged demon from a fairy tale, spouting some gibberish that even a toddler would raise an eyebrow at. All he could do was sit p.j. clad in his sheets and stay wide eyed at like manic imp promenading on his mattress. It looked like something from a horror film. If Taichi wasn't used to Daisuke more then enthusiastic behavior, he was such he pants would've been dampened...
Through out all the chatter, Taichi discerned two words; fish stick and buttered toast. Which was probably just wishful thinking from his stomach. Daisuke finally gave up trying to get his tongue to corporate with his brain and yanked Taichi from his cozy little haven. Despite he size, Daisuke was quite deceptively strong and easily dragged a stupefied Taichi to the door.
****** Which is why Taichi was now sitting in Yamato's office wearing nothing but his night clothing. They consisted of boxers and a shirt, which he was now painfully reminded, was pink. Of course it didn't start that color. It was that sinister red sock that snuck into his load of whites that did this to him. He glared at the floor and cursed that damned sock with every foul word he could remember.
Daisuke was grinning like someone pinned his lips to his eyelids a foot away. He stood at attention like some kind of guard at Yamato's desk. He was there too. Just sitting riffling through a few papers, completely ignoring his company like they were merely decorations. Yamato sighed and jerked his glasses off his nose in a precise movement. Then shoot a his cold gaze to Daisuke and said:
"That will be all Daisuke." Then waved his hand to dismiss him through the door. Daisuke nodded curtly and dashed out with a "yes sir!". Taichi stared after Daisuke in horror.
Did he just ...
Of all people. Daisuke didn't say yes sir to his own father much less the man that made his life a living hell. Taichi cheek twitched as he felt a piercing gaze fall on him. Slowly his head turned to face 'him'. Yamato was in a state of his usually perfection. Everything primped to point being rigid and starched.
How could god be such a devil
He's mid winter eyes scorched as he looked Taichi up and down
How can ice burn
Yamato face pinched and his lips pursed as a smirked crept its way across his face, like a single beam if light in the deepest cavern.
"Th- that's a nice shirt." He said biting back a snicker.
Yamato the walking paradox.
Sorry it's short but I'm having problem shorting through my thoughts so until then this is all you get.