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Two teenage boys, sixteen and thirteen, walked down the short road that led up to the smallest row of houses on Society Hill. The older boy, purple-haired and dressed in a white sweater over black dress shirt and jeans, walked his bike along. They took their time, enjoying the company and catching up from the last few days. The purple haired boy was relating some story, gesturing with one hand as he talked. It seemed to be... exciting. Or maybe he was just excitable.
"...And he says, 'He hasn't taken me anywhere.' And then he shows me a freaking digivice! It was... really, really embarrassing, Takun. I made a total fool of myself. And then to top it off this big devil dragon thing comes after us, and what does he do? Wear Gawain like a coat. A, um. Badass coat, sure. But still. You and Petermon are... a lot better than us at this DATS thing."
Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 3, 2016 21:00:59 GMT
Takahiro eyes the houses all around them. They might be the smallest houses up here, but they're still quite nice! He wonders, absently, why his parents hadn't wanted to move up here. Probably too far from the city center for his dad's liking. He listens to the story every step of the way!
He's dressed in a white dress shirt with verical silver stripes, black jeans, and...black canvas sneakers. Clearly there's a clothing pattern in the Evans household. He borrows Scout's black skinny tie (Scout has a tie?!) to try and 'dress up' a bit to make a good impression. His Digivice IC is at home. His classic Digivice (He's off the clock!) is in his pocket, along with BlackAgumon's datacard (Petermon's day off, too!) "S-sounds like your friend was a, um. Was a Xros General. Gawain should b-be fine. You said you recognized the boy?"
"Yeah, I've had some classes with him. We're in the same year." Shichrio's ears reddened a little. This part was still really, really embarrassing. "I, uh. I can't remember his name though," he admitted quietly. "I couldn't when we met. I don't really talk to anybody at school, so... well, I mean. I talk to you now, and Scout some. That's nice. I feel like such an idiot though." He sighed, shaking his head.
"I told my family about digimon, and joining DATS and stuff," Shichiro said suddenly. "They, uh. They actually took it okay. Mom's pretty worried but Dad is just fascinated by Gawain. He keeps comparing him to characters from historical accounts, asking him questions. But, uh... get this. My little brother Kiyoshi already knew! He's been playing with him when I left him at the house, and Gawain has been playing back. So much for secrecy!"
He tugged on his boyfriend's hand, pointing up a path that ran past a brick and iron fence. It led to a roomy house set into the hill, a couple stories tall and made of red brick. It was small for the Hill's standards but still a spacious home with plenty of room for three children. "That's home."
Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 3, 2016 23:03:11 GMT
"Oh," Takahiro blinks, "m-maybe you should, uh, just ask his name next time. At least it'd get rid of future, um. Of further embarrassment," Well. No. This is Shichiro. With anyone else, the idea would make sense, but unfortunately Shichiro is a massive dork, Takahiro. You should be aware of this. Dufus.
"Worried?" It suddenly occurs to Takahiro that not everyone has parents like his. His parents are ridiculously liberal, and were absolutely fine with the Digimon hanging around the house once they got over the initial shock. "I. Hm. I guess that makes sense. But your brother already knew? That's, um. That's...interesting. At least Gawain has another friend though!"
He follows the boy along, feeling more and more nervous as they approach the house. Especially holding hands... "D-do you think your p-parents will like me, I, uh. I don't want, um. I don't want to make a bad impression or...and what about your brother? I'm not as good with, um. W-with kids as Scout!"
"They're going to think you're amazing. Like I do," Shichiro assured them as they approached the house. "You were so sweet and kind to me from the minute we met. Trust me, they'll love you." He squeezed Taka's hand and smiled reassuringly at him and led him towards the door. "They're all really excited to meet you. It's been... a really long time since I've cared about anyone enough to have them over."
He looked down at the ground a little shyly as they walked, still smiling faintly. "Yoshi's probably going to ask you to play. He's... really hyper. Like, Scout hyper. On pixie sticks."
Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 3, 2016 23:43:40 GMT
Takahiro bites his lower lip as they continue to approach his doom--er. His boyfriend's house. He can't remember ever feeling so nervous before, "Scout blacks out wh-when he eats pixie sticks. Th-the last, um. When he was eight he ate f-five of them and disappeared for two hours. He woke up on a rooftop ten blocks away," He relates this...odd and terrifying story. Weird kid.
He takes another look at the door, and jumps back as the door flies open. "Gah!"
The front door slams open as a missile comes flying out of the house! Oh, no, it's just a boy. Around four feet tall, wearing clothes that are far too big for him. Medium length light-blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. He leaps at Shichiro and bops him across the chest gently with a plastic sword. "Aha! I got you!"
He...does seem to have that same crazy energy that Scout has. How worrying. Another Scout in the making? Gross.
Shichiro... should have seen that coming. And should have thought to warn Takahiro. Woops. He'd jumped at the sudden commotion, in his distraction forgetting Yoshi's usual method of greeting. Oh well, he was already hit. Gasping loudly, Shichi reached out and snatched the blade from Kiyoshi's hand. Holding against his side with his arm, he staggered through the now wide-open door making gurgling, gagging noises. Spinning around, he dramatically dropped to one knee, his left hand reaching out pleadingly for Takahiro. "Oh, Takun," he croaked. "Don't..." Cough, hack, wheeze. "Don't mourn me, my sweet. I died... a hero."
He fall back heavily, letting out one groaning death rattle and settling onto his back, the plastic sword sticking above his body from its place between his ribs and arm. One eyelid peeked open, catching Taka's eye, and winked at him.
Takahiro watches, wide-eyed as the...whatever this is...unfolds before him. This must be Kiyoshi, Shichiro's little brother. Nine, or so, if he recalls. Isn't he a little old to be playing with swords and stuff? ...Then again, Scout still does stuff like this. And there seem to be a lot of similarities between them.
Just because you wanted to skip your childhood, Dorkahiro.
He can't help but laugh a little, as he sees how far Shichiro's willing to go to accommodate Kiyoshi's game. That's...actually pretty adorable.
Kiyoshi lets out a loud cheer and puts one of his bare feet atop Shichiro's chest, flexing. Yeah! He took down the foul ogre that dared to approach his castle! He strikes a pose for a few seconds, before crouching down to try and retrieve his sword. Uh-oh! This might be a mistake! If the ogre isn't really dead, it might counter-attack him! Still, Kiyoshi seems more-or-less oblivious to this, a wide smile spread across his youthful face, “Yeah! I win again!” D'aww. “You owe me ice cream!”
"Ice cream," the ogre grumbled, his hands snaking out to grab his little brother by his ankles. Rising to his feet, Shichiro the Ogre pulled and dropped Kiyoshi onto his rear, an easy target for him to start tickling the little boy's ribs. "Grrr! Ogre make ice cream from little boy! Gobble him up!" He tickled Yoshi until he was rolling and laughing madly on the floor, his screams of laughter echoing through the house's spacious foyer. Doors led off to either side and a staircase up to a second floor, while next to them a hallway went deeper into the building. Once he was certain the little hero had been subdued, Shichiro rose and offered a hand to help his gasping brother up.
"I'm sorry Takun, come on in. I wasn't thinking, didn't expect there to be armed adventurers roaming around. Kiyoshi, come say hello. This is Takahiro. Taka, this is my little brother Kiyoshi."
Kiyoshi's ankle is pulled! He falls on his butt with an 'oof' sound, but barely has time to recover before Shichiro sets upon him, killing him! Oh wait, he's just being tickled. But from the giggles and squeals that he's emitting, one could easily think that he's dying. He flails around, impotently slapping at his brother's forearms. Nope. He's trapped. Eventually he grinds out, between fits of laughter, “I...I give!”
When Shichiro extends a hand to help him up, Kiyoshi grabs hold of it and hops up, before trying to jump on his brother's back! Piggy back ride! He hides his head behind Shichiro's shoulder a little for a moment, offering a quiet, “Hi Takahiro. I'm Yoshi,” Oh. Very sudden shyness!
Shichiro accepted the burden of 'steed' with a grunt and a silly grin directed at his boyfriend. When Yoshi suddenly remembered to be shy, Shichi rolled his eyes at Takahiro and waved at him to come inside. He walked through an open doorway on the right which opened into a spacious kitchen and dining room. A lean man in his early fifties with gray hair and a small paunch stood at the stove next to a taller, thin woman around the same age with dark hair. They both wore aprons and muttered good-naturedly to each other as they cooked.
"Mom, Dad. This is Takahiro Evans. My boyfriend." Did he sound nervous? Well, this was the first time he'd brought a boy home... The couple turned, wiping hands carelessly on aprons as they walked over, smiling, to greet the boys. "So you're Takahiro. It's a pleasure to meet you, " Mr. Inoue offered. Shichiro's mom echoed the sentiment, adding "We're adding the finishing touches to dinner now. Tamiko's out so it will just be the the five of us. We'll let you boys know when dinner's ready."
"I can show you the rest of the house if you want, Takun." Shichiro moved to exit the kitchen, still obediently carrying Kiyoshi on his back. Mom sidled up to him, her eyes sparkling as she half-whispered, "You didn't tell us he was so cute."
"Mom," came his pained reply. "I'm pretty sure I did. Like, a lot."
Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 5, 2016 19:27:49 GMT
Takahiro follows after Shichiro, feeling more and more nervous as they proceed into the house and--ahh! Kitchen! Parents! He bows deeply, and respectfully as they address him, "Hello, sir, m-ma'am. It's a pleasure to, um. A pleasure to meet you both," Oh gosh, he's speaking so quickly...and...yeah. He's all jittery. Poor boy.
He blushes as he hears Shichiro's Mom say that he's cute! Oh my. Is he...oh, good, he's still breathing. That's...that's good. "Y-yes, I'd like that, thank you, Shichan. Uh. Shichiro," No nicknames in front of his parents! What? WHAT?! What is going on?