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jaebilityTitle: Lunch
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Lunch
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG
Summary: Eating out with Mimi
Author's Notes: Just a little drabble. I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.
We don't talk about cabbages and kings, but our conversation makes about as much sense as that. We switch between English and Japanese, and sometimes make new words combining the two into terrible portmanteaus that somehow we can both understand. Engrish, a language for royalty.
She drains three diet sodas and then three little cups of tea, but I drink five root beers and that clearly makes me the winner. Walking through Central Park is a thirsty activity, particularly when eating a bag of salted peanuts.
Between the two of us, we eat five steamed pork buns - and after those for an appetizer, there's no way we can have lunch. The waitress is annoyed, but Mimi's charming and cute and I'm cute and charming, so it's hard for her to hold a grudge. The hostess, however (her mother maybe, or an aunt), is frosty until she sees the pile of money we leave as a tip.
But Mimi doesn't care one way or another about the expressions on their faces; apparently "purity" means "unable to dent," because she waltzes out the door as I make a final apology. When I catch up to her, she grabs my hand and swings my arm and we make plans for dinner.
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Lunch
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG
Summary: Eating out with Mimi
Author's Notes: Just a little drabble. I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.
We don't talk about cabbages and kings, but our conversation makes about as much sense as that. We switch between English and Japanese, and sometimes make new words combining the two into terrible portmanteaus that somehow we can both understand. Engrish, a language for royalty.
She drains three diet sodas and then three little cups of tea, but I drink five root beers and that clearly makes me the winner. Walking through Central Park is a thirsty activity, particularly when eating a bag of salted peanuts.
Between the two of us, we eat five steamed pork buns - and after those for an appetizer, there's no way we can have lunch. The waitress is annoyed, but Mimi's charming and cute and I'm cute and charming, so it's hard for her to hold a grudge. The hostess, however (her mother maybe, or an aunt), is frosty until she sees the pile of money we leave as a tip.
But Mimi doesn't care one way or another about the expressions on their faces; apparently "purity" means "unable to dent," because she waltzes out the door as I make a final apology. When I catch up to her, she grabs my hand and swings my arm and we make plans for dinner.