Written for Aiko Isari for the "Mega Round of Drabbles" event. And last one of these! Break time!
It took forever, but Tommy knew what he wanted to do now. It was to paint a pretty picture for his brother. But not just paint a picture that was just going to paint a little landscape and be done. No, he was going to paint a pretty picture of how he managed to obtain everything he didn't have before. And it wasn't going to be permanent.
Tommy was perfectly fine showing Yukata the Digital World - he deserved to know about it more than others - but he couldn't show his parents. They would think it was all a game and brush it off as so. At least if he managed to show Yutaka how this happened, he wouldn't think it was a game. There was only so much a game could do.
And so Tommy brought the entire container of flour into his room. He knew it would be a pain to clean up, but at least it could be easily destroyed as if it wasn't there at all.
He poured about a quarter of the flour on the floor, trying to get it to look like something from the Digital World, but it was hard. Just drawing everyone as humans didn't seem right - they weren't just humans then - and he couldn't properly draw everyone's evolutions. He always felt like he was missing something. Whether that be an extra weapon or an extra wing. And he wanted this to be authentic.
Still, he tried, wasting even more flour in the process. He almost didn't notice when Yukata actually arrived. Almost.
"What are you doing with the flour?"
"Drawing a picture for you," Tommy replied. He was just about to get rid of that misplaced Lobomon - it was too close to Agunimon and he knew they gotten past the arguing because they hate each other point.
"With flour? You know we need that for food."
But Tommy just explained his reasoning for it all. No trying to make it seem like it was something else - he could face his brother now, after all. Everyone taught him how to do it in their own little way.
It took forever, but he was pretty sure that after the fifth time of explaining everything, Yutaka got it, somewhat.
"You still need to clean up that flour."
All Tommy could do was smile and nod.