A/N: This is the sort of thing I hope never happens to me when I'm in the middle of a writing spree. Follow-up for... well. I don't own Sanrio. And... well, regarding the quote, I just recall reading it on a Hello Kitty hairbrush I once had...
It was three in the morning, and TK was writing.
No matter the time, or Patamon sleeping in the corner, or the fact that the only light in his room came from his laptop screen. There had just been so much inspiration, and he found it difficult to stop. The scene he was typing up just continued to flow out, as though the words were an exact expression of the images he saw in his head; he felt excitement as the story took form, the excess of ideas in his head just urging him on.
Then he froze as he heard something at his door.
He turned slowly towards the entrance to his room, blinking wearily as the adrenaline from his spree of writing slightly faded, leaving him drowsy. He had no idea what was going on, and in his sleepy mind, felt no alarm even as the door handle turned.
He knew there was no need to worry anyway. In all honesty, he just felt annoyed.
Two familiar figures snuck into his room, the smug looks on their faces quickly becoming replaced by expressions of surprise the moment they saw him. One of them turned on the lights.
He stared at them blankly.
"... hi TK," Kari said, blinking. She had her camera out, and was obviously recording the entire escapade.
"You're awake," Davis stated.
TK gazed at the duo.
"What are you guys doing in here?" he asked suspiciously. "It's three in the morning."
Both Kari and Davis glanced at each other, eyes moving shiftily as though unsure how to explain themselves and looking towards the other for advice.
"We – uh – wanted to say hi?" Davis said weakly.
TK raised an eyebrow. "At three in the morning?"
"Well, uh, Kari had a weird dream and wanted to talk about it and I was still up downstairs so she came and grabbed me and we talked for a while and then she wanted to see you so we figured we'd pop in and say hi?"
TK was actually quite impressed with Davis' ability to make up stories on the spot. Were it not for the fact that it was three in the morning and Kari was holding a camera that had the red recording light on, he could possibly have believed him.
"Right, so what was this dream?" he turned to her, whose eyes widened. She immediately glared at Davis, who shrugged helplessly.
She winced. "Um... it had to do with noodles. Davis, we need to leave - "
An extremely loud shrieking sound echoed from under TK's bed. He turned to it in shock, blinking as he recognized some words it was shouting, which might have been exceptionally cute if it were not turned up so high that the sound was distorted.
"I LIKE FISH! THEY ARE MY FRIENDS, NOT MY FOOD!"
He stared at his friends in disbelief.
"... really?"
The two looked at each other.
"... Bye!" they shouted as they very quickly ran out the door.
TK stared after them for a few moments, then, having had enough of hearing Kari's demonic Hello Kitty alarm clock, shook his head and hopped off his chair to go search for the horrible thing.