Title: The Time of the Day
Fandom: Digimon Adventure ZeroTwo
Summary: Some things begin and end. Other things are eternal.
Characters (main): Ichijouji Ken, Wormmon
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or the characters depicted within unless otherwise stated. Written for7_suns, prompt set: time. This is purely non-profit.
Word Count: 346
Extra Notes: cross-posted to fanfiction.
The Time of the Day
Part 5 of 7: Evening
‘I could use a drink,’ Wormmon said, antennas drooping in the clinging heat.
Ken laughed. His partner did admittedly look rather funny, all shrivelled up. Perhaps it was the invertebrate part of his makeup, but the summer failed to invite sweat and flushed skin. Instead it brought about a hard covering and a loss of otherwise perfect coordination of his caterpillar pods…but that didn’t change the fact that they were both thirsty.
‘I’ll get some water,’ he offered. There were other choices, but coffee, tea and warm milk were out of the question (as was cold milk, as the only place it currently existed was on the grocery list), as were soft drinks. Cordial was a no-no as well; his mother didn’t buy them anymore because of the high sugar content. Then there were fruit drinks, which would while refreshing them make Wormmon feel rather sticky, so water was the only option.
And so he fetched two glasses, filled them to the brim and carried them carefully onto the veranda before handing one to Wormmon.
Then he slumped gracefully to the floor again, enjoying the slight breeze that came from being eleven stories up.
‘This is definitely one of the down sides of summer.’
‘I don’t know,’ Wormmon admitted, trying to get comfortable. ‘Not that this heat is comfortable, but things are nice and peaceful.’
‘Hmm…’ Ken closed his eyes. ‘You’re right. This is a quiet evening. Normally, the sound of traffic or squawking birds carries up here, but it’s just the summer breeze…’ He paused, before adding with a teasing grin: ‘perfect date weather.’
‘Did you want to invite Miyako here?’ Wormmon asked, completely missing the point.
Ken said at much, and the digimon pouted. ‘I’m not too familiar with human relationships.’
‘I meant that it’s the sort of scene that’s perfect for just two people,’ Ken explained. ‘In this case, you and me. Feeling the wind. Looking through the bars of the balcony…’
‘I see…’ Wormmon stretched his limbs. ‘Just being together.’
‘Yeah, just being together.’
And they stayed there till the sun set.
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