A Dinner Full of Inouendo

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?"

"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!"

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!"

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.

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!”

Takahiro watches as Shichiro quickly turns the tables on the younger boy. Clearly the older boy is used to being greeted like this. He tries to think if he and his brother were ever like that...

Nope. Scout was always afraid he'd set off an asthma attack. Right.

"Oh. Uh. H-hi, Kiyoshi," Takahiro offers a small bow. How...uh. Formal!

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."