Mimi was…yeah, Mimi was something alright. He wouldn’t have been surprised that she made a spectacle of the situation. Mimi always meant well, but she could be overwhelming sometimes. Yamato used to joke that America was probably the perfect country for her.
Takeru sighs wistfully before adjusting his hat.
He snorts, “If it’s only ‘edible’ then obviously I kind of have to now.” there’s a toothy grin in her direction; he’ll sound like he’s joking of course, but TK did intend on bringing her some decent food—doctor-approved, of course.
"I remember when I broke my arm I was stuck eating liquids for two whole days in the hospital. They said it was soup, but that didn’t taste like soup at all!" but then, it wasn’t as though his mom cooked that well either—
Upon her request, TK’s mouth quirks in thought. How was he supposed to address this? Their story was far from “boring”, after all, but how much was safe to tell her?
Digimon weren’t a new thing anymore, but people were still learning to adjust. Hikari would take it well even if it came as a shock…right?
Brows knit together and he takes his bookbag off of his shoulders, tugging first a candy bar out to lay at her side.
"If you don’t like that, give it to your brother Tai when he shows up." a nod, and he goes on to answer her question.
"We didn’t exactly meet in school, no, but we’ve been through a lot together. I guess you could say that you’re one of my closest friends." he scratches the side of his head, contemplative, "We met because I went to summer camp once with Tai. My parents got divorced so it was one of the few ways my big brother and I could hang out." he leans back away from the chair, humming thoughtfully as he glanced at the ceiling. It was so weird talking about all of these people as if she didn’t know them.
Suddenly the wiggling in his lap begins to intensify, and before he can quell it a shrill voice emerges from the bag along with a tiny orange head.
"TK, TKaaaaaaAAAY—"
Patamon, obviously impatient, takes a deep breath of fresh air.
"TK you really gotta invest in a new bag if you expect me to be carted around like that, it still smells like last week’s—" large eyes then spy Hikari, and the Digimon gasps.
"KARIIIII—" he hops out, essentially bashing [gently] into her head and clinging to the top.
"Kari kari kaaaari I heard you got hurt, are you okay? I couldn’t hear anything but muffles in that bag!"
Takeru stares wide-eyed at his Digimon, before taking his hat off to twist it sheepishly.
"I guess I forgot to mention this little guy. It’s a long story, but I don’t mind giving you the short version h-ha—" he shakes his head with a loud sigh.
"Don’t look at me like that, TK. You said to wait until you gave the signal. Never told me what the signal was." the Digimon sounds a little huffy, but good-natured all the while. He makes a happy little nest out of Hikari’s hair, obviously pleased to see her.
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