Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Homemade gift ❯ Homemade gift ( Chapter 1 )
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Note: I had plans for a longer dialogue, but I ended up having to actually cut stuff to keep under 300 words. I did consider expanding it before posting, but I eventually decided against it.
"A gift, for me?"
Ken looked honestly surprised and Daisuke could hardly blame him. After all, his birthday was only the next day. But then, the redhead wasn't exactly known for patience in such matters. They sat at the former genius' kitchen table and he carefully placed the small package in the middle. After a few seconds of uneasy silence, Wormmon spoke up.
"Well, Ken, aren't you going to open it?"
Ken blushed and took the package, pulling on the thread keeping the wrapping paper in place. Inside was a small, nondescript box, which he opened, finding it stuffed with crumpled journal paper, and in the middle...
"Well... That's really nice of you..." he managed to say. "A... Bottle of 'Winged Moon' perfume."
Daisuke just laughed at his friend's uneasiness.
"Oh, no, it's not perfume!" he chuckled. "It's homemade bubble mix. Strawberry-flavoured. Using one of Jun's old bottle is just an extra perk."
Ken was torn between putting his palm to his forehead or laughing. He knew Daisuke would go through hell for that one.
"That's... Really thoughtful of you Daisuke, but..." Ken looked away from the other boy. "I don't want to blow bubbles ever again. Brings home too many bad memories."
Daisuke saw Ken's eyes turn humid. The boy's shoulders trembled as he fought the tears. Wormmon looked up at Daisuke in both reproach and alarm. The redhead got up and walked to his friend, putting a hand to his shoulder.
"No they aren't bad memories, Ken," he said soothingly. "Quite the contrary, they are perhaps the only happy memories you have of your brother."
"I'm sure he wouldn't approve if you stopped doing something that used to make you so happy just because of him," Wormmon added.
"Maybe... Maybe you're right," Ken admitted with a weak smile.
"A gift, for me?"
Ken looked honestly surprised and Daisuke could hardly blame him. After all, his birthday was only the next day. But then, the redhead wasn't exactly known for patience in such matters. They sat at the former genius' kitchen table and he carefully placed the small package in the middle. After a few seconds of uneasy silence, Wormmon spoke up.
"Well, Ken, aren't you going to open it?"
Ken blushed and took the package, pulling on the thread keeping the wrapping paper in place. Inside was a small, nondescript box, which he opened, finding it stuffed with crumpled journal paper, and in the middle...
"Well... That's really nice of you..." he managed to say. "A... Bottle of 'Winged Moon' perfume."
Daisuke just laughed at his friend's uneasiness.
"Oh, no, it's not perfume!" he chuckled. "It's homemade bubble mix. Strawberry-flavoured. Using one of Jun's old bottle is just an extra perk."
Ken was torn between putting his palm to his forehead or laughing. He knew Daisuke would go through hell for that one.
"That's... Really thoughtful of you Daisuke, but..." Ken looked away from the other boy. "I don't want to blow bubbles ever again. Brings home too many bad memories."
Daisuke saw Ken's eyes turn humid. The boy's shoulders trembled as he fought the tears. Wormmon looked up at Daisuke in both reproach and alarm. The redhead got up and walked to his friend, putting a hand to his shoulder.
"No they aren't bad memories, Ken," he said soothingly. "Quite the contrary, they are perhaps the only happy memories you have of your brother."
"I'm sure he wouldn't approve if you stopped doing something that used to make you so happy just because of him," Wormmon added.
"Maybe... Maybe you're right," Ken admitted with a weak smile.