A/N: This drabble takes place likely sometime during or after an installment which has the working title of Borderline. This one, I'm really seriously not sure if I'll ever get to. I hope I do. It'd be the story that comes after Crystal War. There's a few little extra things that get kind of weird, I guess...
Background: Ken is basically like... a spirit medium/necromancer. Rather, he becomes one during Borderline.
Davis was more than a little spooked when he walked into the living room and saw Ken having tea with what looked like the grim reaper.
Knowing the Digiworld, it probably was the grim reaper. Or some digimon version of him.
It looked like the two were done though, because the being stood and bowed respectfully to Ken. The boy bowed back, and then the being floated away from where they had been seated, phasing through the window and fading away into nothing as Davis watched, staring.
"Who was that?" he asked dumbly.
Ken just sighed as he picked up the teapot and cups, preparing to bring everything over to the kitchen.
"Ken, who the hell was that?" Davis shouted, flinging his arms into the air.
Ken gazed at Davis tiredly. "Putting it simply, an angry spirit of death who didn't understand connections to life, so I invited him to have tea with me so I could explain."
Davis' jaw dropped in disbelief.
"An angry spirit of death?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You invited him to have tea with you."
"Yeah."
"In the living room?"
Ken was walking back to the kitchen, and Davis followed him, unwilling to let this go.
"Well, I wanted a place that looked decent and fairly formal, and the living room fit," he shrugged, seemingly ignoring the fact that his friend was practically breathing down his back.
"He was an angry spirit of death!"
"So?"
Davis groaned. "You are way too kind for your own good."