Might do Mightyena later
I treid a Digimon
The interruption, it had to happen, and now he was trying to sock Yagami in the face.
That damn Dog.
Of all the things that could have happened. Getting a mutt on your arm as you were about to punch someone.
Masaru was taking from Yoshino in thinking it was the worst thing.
When he felt the furry paws of the Pokemon on his arm he stared for a second, before picking him off by his scruff and holding him in his face. “Hey there, what’s your name?”
"Arf! Arf!" Spike chirped merrily as he bobbed his head over to lick Masaru on the nose. His tail was wagging back and forth, the pooch was used to being held up like this and within a few seconds the happy smile was closed as his red nose started sniffing trying to memorize Masaru’s scent.
Taichi tried to stifle his laughter but couldn’t help but find that Masaru, mister meaty arms, was holding up his rascal dog and just got licked on the nose by it, “His name is Spike.” Taichi barely wheezed out as he clutched his sides.
"What the—" Taichi snapped awake as he was suddenly mauled by someone. He staggered backward a bit to steady himself from falling, but his tired mood whipped into a angry glare, "Daisuke? What are you doing here?!" Taichi looked back and forth around him. Maybe he wasn’t home. Maybe he was at another place.
But no. That was his name on the placard. How the hell did Daisuke get in anyway.
"Arf! Arf!" Spike started running his way jumping up on Taichi’s leg with his fluffy tail manically flying back and forth.
"You are the most useless dog ever," Taichi muttered under his breath. Though with Daisuke here, he now had to hyperactive puppies to try and quell, "Okay get off of me both of you!"
"What am I doing here? I’m here to see you! What else would I be doing here? I also made you dinner, hope you don’t mind. And your dog is so cute! He’s such a sweetheart. I also gave him a few treats. Hope you didn’t mind that as well." Daisuke grinned, ignoring the glare he was given.
"But why would I want to get off of you? I haven’t touched you in forever!" He wasn’t going to say that he hadn’t seen him in forever, because that would have been a lie. He watched Taichi a lot, followed him here and there more or less. "Didn’t you miss me?" He questioned as he rubbed his cheek against Taichi’s. "And this is such a nice place you got here…"
"Dai-su-ke-kun." Taichi’s temple throbbed in beat with the broken attempt to hide his flaring irritation. Reflexively he grabbed Daisuke’s face. His palm being wide and big enough to cover Daisuke’s mouth and nose, "Off. Now." Taichi ripped him off of body as if he was a Velcro strap.
"That means you too." Taichi glared down at Spike. The small dog whining with his ears back as he retreated off Taichi’s leg and hopped back into the house.
"Honestly. What am I? A magnet!" Grabbing Daisuke by the collar of his shirt Taichi wrangled him as if he were any other kind of canine, "One. Where the hell have you been. Two. How did you get in my house. Three. You need to stop pulling off this kind of shit or else I’ma really get mad." Taichi tossed Daisuke on the couch.
"Tch." Feeling stifled, he tugged on the knot of his tie, "Stay there." Taichi snapped as he went toward his room to change out of his work suit.
Taiki stared at Taichi with a raised eyebrow. He could feel laughter trying to escape, but he kept a straight face. True enough, Taichi got him to overreact, but the elder of the two was the one having a full-blown hissy fit right now.
It was hilarious.
“I think we need to take away your thesaurus. Repeating ‘childish’ over and over in different ways doesn’t bother me. If you want you can have a gold star for trying. I’ll have to bring it in tomorrow though since I don’t keep them in my desk.”
He tapped the highlighter that he caught on this desk. “That’s not naivety. I could argue with you more, but I’d probably get a more intelligent response from Akari’s newborn sister right about now.” Do not laugh. Do not laugh. “Do you need a nap? Or a cookie or something?” Do not laugh.
"Thesaurus dinosaur-us I don’t give a fuck about what you think!" Taichi was really gearing with the ‘fuck it just strangle him’ side of his conscious. How bad would it be if strangled his ‘partner’ in the conference room?
Did he care.
"Fuck you and your naps!" Taichi grabbed the end of the table. With a smooth pressure of his arms he vaulted himself over the edge and slid across the surface of the circular desk.
"Why—" Taichi swept of Taiki’s desk as he glowered, "I oughta—"
"Yagami Taichi what are you doing!" An older more boss like voice quickly interjected itself over Taichi’s sentence.
Ryutari, Taichi’s boss, and Taiki’s grandfather was at the doorway of of the room.
"Sencho you don’t understand how inFURIATING this kid can be!"
"Boy, does my face seem like a one who cares! Get off the table and act like a senior to your junior!"