Disclaimer: All characters used here belong to the Digimon franchise. I claim ownership of nothing except the ideas.
It's not much. The apartment is small, slightly dirty and fairly dark. It's completely bare except for their shoes, coats and overnight bags. It feels dark and dingy and odd and Takeru isn't sure is he likes it.
"It's not much," he says quietly.
He feels Daisuke slip his arms around his waist and feels his lips against his ear as he whispers, "Yeah, but its home."
Suddenly, it doesn't seem so bad anymore.
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