RP Log in which there is a disaster
Who: V-mon and Motomiya Daisuke
What: A trip to the convenience store
When: Sunday, March 11
Daisuke was lying on his bed, munching on a bag of chips. He stuck his hand into the bag and it came out crumb-infested but empty otherwise. Frowning, the goggle boy swung his feet over and got up, padding to the kitchen. Scrounging around the room yielded nothing but stale crackers and water.
Not even juice, Daisuke thought as he gave a disgruntled sigh. A trip to the convenience store then. He frowned a little but tugged on his jacket. "Hey V-mon, do you wanna come with me to the convenience store? I'm gonna grab some juice and chips or something."
V-mon was peacefully playing some of Daisuke's videogames. He was hungry; it would be a good idea. A good chance, for V-mon wanted apologize to Daisuke about his first journal entry in a sane way.
Okay, he was really hungry! Some chips should help his game, right? Give him energy. "Yaattaaa, Daisuke! Let's go."
Snagging his wallet and keys, Daisuke waited for his Digimon partner. He slipped his shoes on, letting V-mon out first before he locked up the door behind them. He headed for the elevator and pressed for the lobby.
"What do you think we should get, V-mon?" He asked cheerfully as they entered the elevator.
V-mon was cheerful, emotional, happy! Daisuke seemed to be happier than a few minutes ago. He didn't look like somebody who was upset... then, maybe V-mon would get an opportunity to fix things.
"First of all, Daisuke... I want to say to you that, " V-mon joined his hands, "that I'm...."
Unfortunately, V-mon stomach sounded, asking for some sustenance. It was totally empty and he needed to fill it with some delicious food. The sound, killed the moment in an instant.
…
"Never mind, Daisuke... I WANT TO EAT SOMETHING! Let's go to the convenience store to buy some snacks there!!"
The soccer player grinned. "All right."
As he strolled down the street with the blue dragon, he got a couple of covert, strange looks. A little girl even pointed but Daisuke ignored it.
"How about we go to the convenience store, grab some baked goods and soda pop and then head home?"
"Why not! With some candy bars, and chocolates, but you pay for them, Daisuke!" How easy it was. V-mon was a Digimon, he had no money so Daisuke had to pay. He didn't work (but not because he COULDN'T, it was mostly because he DIDN'T WANT TO) so everything was on Daisuke's back.
"Ok, let’s go and buy some." Step by step... V-mon was wondering how many delicious candies he would find in the convenience store! How many different smells.… For one moment, nothing was more important than those candies... nothing!
Step by step, and before they knew it, they were in the front of the convenience store. "And now Daisuke, what will…" V-mon was scared! It didn't matter how many times he had gone there before, the place was scary, huge, and gigantic, with a lot of windows.
Daisuke chuckled at V-mon's reaction. He couldn't help but wonder how V-mon would react one day, if he ever took him to the amusement park or something.
"All right. But only one chocolate bar. Otherwise," he playfully poked V-mon in the stomach, "you'll get fat!"
He entered and grabbed a basket, making for the baked goods section. A couple of custard buns, or coconut buns maybe.
"Hey V-mon, how about a bbq pork bun?" He held one up for his partner to see.
"Pork bun!?" V-mon wouldn’t be called as an expert on food, but Daisuke knew what he was talking about! There were so many words and products he didn't know. V-mon didn't want to show his ignorance about what the hell was a ‘bbq’ ... and for that, he just said yes. He couldn't help it...
V-mon turned his face and looked at lot of different aisles. Some of them with food, another with cleaning instruments. How many there were! That was why V-mon felt afraid about convenience stores.
V-mon felt a bit uncomfortable about his ignorance. He wanted to cover it but how? "Daisuke! Daisuke! Daisuke! I will check the other galleries for a moment! Choose what you want!”
Daisuke grabbed a couple more items along the way, tucking them into his basket. A chocolate bar, chips, some juice and pop, and he decided they were all geared up until his mom went food shopping again.
Or at least, they were prepared for the night. He wandered down a couple aisles, looking for V-mon. When he couldn't see his partner, Daisuke figured he'd hear him.
"DAISUKE...DAAAIIISSUUUKKKEEEEEEE!" V-mon ran. Ran with all his power, with all his soul. He remembered! There was something he wanted to talk about but then V-mon found and hung one kind of ‘those’ magazines. He hung them down his arms... heavy with them, V-mon picked velocity to reach his partner, arms sticking out like an airplane.
"DAISUKEEE!" His eyes turned a bit crazy. His movements were foolish. All because of his emotions.
Daisuke could only give a sheepish grin when one of the store clerks gave him a dark look. Yup, he could always hear V-mon a mile away. He saw the blue blur barreling straight for him and swore inwardly. Uh oh....
Was V-mon going to stop?! It looked, in fact, like the blue speed demon was accelerating, if anything!
"V-mon, watch out!" he cried in warning, a touch too late.
Oh...this is going to hurt, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut.
He braced for impact just before they collided. He went down in a tangle of food, and limbs. His world went dark for a moment.
When it stopped rotating, Daisuke found one of those magazines on his head. He blinked at it blankly.
"DAISUKEE!!! THESE ARE IT, DAISUKEEEEEE!!!!" V-mon didn't feel the pain. He didn't feel Daisuke's pain, totally in his own world.
"I SAW THEM DAISUKE! REMEMBER WHAT I SAID I FOUND?! THIS ONE, DAISUKE!! THEEESEEEEE ONEESSS!" He was really cheerful.
"LOOK AT THIS ONE, DAISUKE!" V-mon picked one of the thousands of magazines and he showed to his partner. "LOOK AT HER BODY, DAISUKE! I’M SURE I SAW THESE CLOTHES IN SOME OF YOUR STUFF IN YOUR ROOM, DAISUKE!"
V-mon started to talk very quickly, not taking a breath.
The goggle boy turned bright red. V-mon was...he was waving around...one of those magazines. And he was saying Dai had one in his room, when he didn't! And now the store clerk was eying him even more oddly.
Daisuke was afraid he was going to die of embarrassment. It was either that or he was going to suffocate. V-mon, sitting on his chest, was still happily chattering away.
And here he was, on the ground, slowly, slowly dying a most undignified death.
There was food everywhere, another one of those magazines on the ground, open to a...risqué page and V-mon was happily chirping while smothering him.
Daisuke's face began to turn purple. Lack of air and lack of dignity tended to do that to a person.
Now...the final question…
"Will you buy them?"
There was a moment of silence.
V-mon finally saw his partner's reaction. He was afraid of convenience stores, but this... was more terrifying than even the hugest convenience store!
"Da.... Daisuke?"
"Will you buy them... ....Daisuke?"
Daisuke was slowly choking, trying to say something. Anything.
He eventually managed to squirm out from underneath V-mon, gulping desperately for air. The color slowly receded from his face, returning to normal.
Then he realized what V-mon had asked him. And his face went even redder than before.
"V-V-mon!" Daisuke exclaimed. "No! I don't like those kinds of magazines! And I don't have any! And I don't have any under my bed or in the closet or anywhere!"
"Don't you.... Daisuke?"
How surprising! Daisuke's face was normal again.
"But I’m sure you like these ones! Look look!" V-mon took some of the magazines that were scattered on the floor. "Eh? Her poses, Daisuke! Her clothes, Daisuke! I’m sure I saw something like this one under your bed.” V-mon's cheeks were a bit red. He didn't know what these kinds of magazines meant, but for some reason, he felt good being with his best friend discussing anything.
"And here? Her boobies are huge, Daisuke! And here *bbbbbiiiippppppppp* and there *biiiiiiiiiiiiiiippp* Don't you like it, Daisuke!? Don't you, don't you?!”
Poor clumsy Digimon.
That was why some people said that are some things that only humans could understand.
Daisuke was feeling more and more overwhelmed by the second. He wondered if there was any rock near by for him to crawl under. Or at least a rock he could knock himself unconscious with.
"V-mon, no! I don't like these magazines and I don't like 'boobies' and I don't like girls!" He yelled, exasperated.
"You...”
....
“…don't like....”
…
“…girls....?" Now the confused one was V-mon.
"Daisuke is... Daisuke-tan is... DAISUKE IS GAY!??!!" The volume at which V-mon used to proclaim this last phrase was so high, it reached a level where everyone in that convenience store could hear.
V-mon threw all the magazines up in the air.
This was terrible...
V-mon thought that Daisuke was a normal boy. One that played soccer, was good at sports, not such a big popular kid but a normal one, and of course, the Digimon thought he loved ...
Girls...
But this new information froze his soul.
Everyone in the convenience store looked at the boy.
"Dislike girls?"
"That guy is not normal."
"He’s a homo?!"
Daisuke clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that!
"No! No no no," the goggle boy exclaimed. Oh, where was that rock when he needed it? Or better yet, a sewer for him to crawl into.
"V-mon, keep your voice down! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant--I meant..."
Out of desperation, Daisuke picked up one of the cans of pop and began to hit himself over the head with it. Maybe it was a nightmare. Yeah, a nightmare!
V-mon was dazed. And now, he didn't know how to react to this strange circumstance.
He was simply the kind of Digimon that sometimes could not keep his own emotions in check, and sometimes he just burst...
"This.... this is not…Daisuke!”
The funniest thing was... that the more angry one should have been Daisuke, but like always, V-mon took it out of proportion.
Daisuke dimly wondered why V-mon looked ticked off. If they ever got into a scuffle, there was no way he would walk away unscathed.
He rubbed his temple tiredly. "V-mon, no, I'm not gay. What I meant to say," he mumbled, "was that I just don't like those magazines. At all. That's it."
People were amused and at the same time, confused. This scene was funny and weird, but most of all, it was unpredictable.
V-mon wrung his hands together, waiting Daisuke's new reaction. He don't mind Dai’s magazines, he don't mind huge boobs, or nude women...
"Now I’m getting mad! Really, really mad!" V-mon recklessly tore some of the magazines to shreds. "Boobs, porn... what's this, eh? DAISUKE? Do you prefer men?”
A little girl, who was watching that moment, told Daisuke that maybe it was better to run. Just maybe.
"V-mon! Calm down!" Why wasn't the Digimon listening to him anymore? He was trying to explain that he was straight! And here V-mon wasn't even listening to him.
"V-mon!" Daisuke yelled. "Stop it! Just stop it and listen to me!"
He really wished V-mon would stop. He couldn't afford to pay for all the ripped magazines.
V-mon ran desperately around there. He threw things and crashed into things. It was only moments before the place was a disaster; books were on the floor, broken glass in the milk section, broken shelves on the ground.
Then... V-mon saw the one thing that could calm his angry moment. The bbq bun. .
That was the salvation ...
"Daisuke. I want my candy bar, my cola. I want my food.” V-mon fell over.
Daisuke flinched as the catastrophe in the convenience store just grew and grew. He watched V-mon on a rampage and quickly collected the food he wanted and paid for it.
"Uhm...V-mon! Here, you can have the barbecue bun and the chocolate bar!" Daisuke held both out towards his partner.
"Daisuke?" V-mon reacted for in instant. "Finally... will you buy... these magazines? "
Daisuke frowned. "I can't afford that, V-mon. Come on, I can barely afford the food I have here!"
He looked at the mess in the store, like a hurricane had struck it. Well...if you called it Hurricane V-mon maybe.
Then the store manager descended on Daisuke like a hawk with its prey. The soccer player gulped hard.
The store manager cleared his throat, tapping his foot. "You are going to have to pay for the destruction of this store, young man," he directed at Daisuke. "Seeing as you let your pet go rampant in here."
"Go ahead, Daisuke!"
V-mon felt tired, and since he couldn’t pay, he went home with his bun and candy bar.
Daisuke opened his mouth. "V-mon is not my pet! He's my best friend! Well, my best friend after Ken! Except that Ken would never do this to me! But V-mon is still my friend and he's not an animal or a thing!"
At the glare from the manager, Daisuke shut up. "I-uhm...I'll pay for it all, I swear!"
He quickly called home. After his mother picked and started yelling the moment he finished explaining, Daisuke quickly hung up on her, cutting her off mid-rant.
The store manager scowled at him darkly.
And half an hour later, after Daisuke finished cleaning up the mess and making a deal with the manager, he found himself with a part-time job.
It was certainly not the circumstances he had wanted to get a part-time job under, but it was his only option it seemed.
And so, Daisuke returned home with the snacks he did manage to afford. He entered the apartment, crestfallen.
He would be paying off the store with a portion of each paycheque until the debt was cleared. At least, Daisuke mused, he would get to keep the rest as spending money. Hopefully, it wouldn't take long.
V-mon felt a bit mad, not because of the magazines or because of the disaster or the gay questioning moment, he was more angry at himself, for being tired and hungry.
He put some ramen on the table. "Do you remember... there was something I wanted to say to you when we started the day, Daisuke?"
"Well... I want to say sorry, Daisuke." V-mon raised his head, smiling a little.
Daisuke managed to give V-mon a half smile. Maybe...the day hadn't been a total disaster.
"It's okay, V-mon. It's okay."
What: A trip to the convenience store
When: Sunday, March 11
Daisuke was lying on his bed, munching on a bag of chips. He stuck his hand into the bag and it came out crumb-infested but empty otherwise. Frowning, the goggle boy swung his feet over and got up, padding to the kitchen. Scrounging around the room yielded nothing but stale crackers and water.
Not even juice, Daisuke thought as he gave a disgruntled sigh. A trip to the convenience store then. He frowned a little but tugged on his jacket. "Hey V-mon, do you wanna come with me to the convenience store? I'm gonna grab some juice and chips or something."
V-mon was peacefully playing some of Daisuke's videogames. He was hungry; it would be a good idea. A good chance, for V-mon wanted apologize to Daisuke about his first journal entry in a sane way.
Okay, he was really hungry! Some chips should help his game, right? Give him energy. "Yaattaaa, Daisuke! Let's go."
Snagging his wallet and keys, Daisuke waited for his Digimon partner. He slipped his shoes on, letting V-mon out first before he locked up the door behind them. He headed for the elevator and pressed for the lobby.
"What do you think we should get, V-mon?" He asked cheerfully as they entered the elevator.
V-mon was cheerful, emotional, happy! Daisuke seemed to be happier than a few minutes ago. He didn't look like somebody who was upset... then, maybe V-mon would get an opportunity to fix things.
"First of all, Daisuke... I want to say to you that, " V-mon joined his hands, "that I'm...."
Unfortunately, V-mon stomach sounded, asking for some sustenance. It was totally empty and he needed to fill it with some delicious food. The sound, killed the moment in an instant.
…
"Never mind, Daisuke... I WANT TO EAT SOMETHING! Let's go to the convenience store to buy some snacks there!!"
The soccer player grinned. "All right."
As he strolled down the street with the blue dragon, he got a couple of covert, strange looks. A little girl even pointed but Daisuke ignored it.
"How about we go to the convenience store, grab some baked goods and soda pop and then head home?"
"Why not! With some candy bars, and chocolates, but you pay for them, Daisuke!" How easy it was. V-mon was a Digimon, he had no money so Daisuke had to pay. He didn't work (but not because he COULDN'T, it was mostly because he DIDN'T WANT TO) so everything was on Daisuke's back.
"Ok, let’s go and buy some." Step by step... V-mon was wondering how many delicious candies he would find in the convenience store! How many different smells.… For one moment, nothing was more important than those candies... nothing!
Step by step, and before they knew it, they were in the front of the convenience store. "And now Daisuke, what will…" V-mon was scared! It didn't matter how many times he had gone there before, the place was scary, huge, and gigantic, with a lot of windows.
Daisuke chuckled at V-mon's reaction. He couldn't help but wonder how V-mon would react one day, if he ever took him to the amusement park or something.
"All right. But only one chocolate bar. Otherwise," he playfully poked V-mon in the stomach, "you'll get fat!"
He entered and grabbed a basket, making for the baked goods section. A couple of custard buns, or coconut buns maybe.
"Hey V-mon, how about a bbq pork bun?" He held one up for his partner to see.
"Pork bun!?" V-mon wouldn’t be called as an expert on food, but Daisuke knew what he was talking about! There were so many words and products he didn't know. V-mon didn't want to show his ignorance about what the hell was a ‘bbq’ ... and for that, he just said yes. He couldn't help it...
V-mon turned his face and looked at lot of different aisles. Some of them with food, another with cleaning instruments. How many there were! That was why V-mon felt afraid about convenience stores.
V-mon felt a bit uncomfortable about his ignorance. He wanted to cover it but how? "Daisuke! Daisuke! Daisuke! I will check the other galleries for a moment! Choose what you want!”
Daisuke grabbed a couple more items along the way, tucking them into his basket. A chocolate bar, chips, some juice and pop, and he decided they were all geared up until his mom went food shopping again.
Or at least, they were prepared for the night. He wandered down a couple aisles, looking for V-mon. When he couldn't see his partner, Daisuke figured he'd hear him.
"DAISUKE...DAAAIIISSUUUKKKEEEEEEE!" V-mon ran. Ran with all his power, with all his soul. He remembered! There was something he wanted to talk about but then V-mon found and hung one kind of ‘those’ magazines. He hung them down his arms... heavy with them, V-mon picked velocity to reach his partner, arms sticking out like an airplane.
"DAISUKEEE!" His eyes turned a bit crazy. His movements were foolish. All because of his emotions.
Daisuke could only give a sheepish grin when one of the store clerks gave him a dark look. Yup, he could always hear V-mon a mile away. He saw the blue blur barreling straight for him and swore inwardly. Uh oh....
Was V-mon going to stop?! It looked, in fact, like the blue speed demon was accelerating, if anything!
"V-mon, watch out!" he cried in warning, a touch too late.
Oh...this is going to hurt, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut.
He braced for impact just before they collided. He went down in a tangle of food, and limbs. His world went dark for a moment.
When it stopped rotating, Daisuke found one of those magazines on his head. He blinked at it blankly.
"DAISUKEE!!! THESE ARE IT, DAISUKEEEEEE!!!!" V-mon didn't feel the pain. He didn't feel Daisuke's pain, totally in his own world.
"I SAW THEM DAISUKE! REMEMBER WHAT I SAID I FOUND?! THIS ONE, DAISUKE!! THEEESEEEEE ONEESSS!" He was really cheerful.
"LOOK AT THIS ONE, DAISUKE!" V-mon picked one of the thousands of magazines and he showed to his partner. "LOOK AT HER BODY, DAISUKE! I’M SURE I SAW THESE CLOTHES IN SOME OF YOUR STUFF IN YOUR ROOM, DAISUKE!"
V-mon started to talk very quickly, not taking a breath.
The goggle boy turned bright red. V-mon was...he was waving around...one of those magazines. And he was saying Dai had one in his room, when he didn't! And now the store clerk was eying him even more oddly.
Daisuke was afraid he was going to die of embarrassment. It was either that or he was going to suffocate. V-mon, sitting on his chest, was still happily chattering away.
And here he was, on the ground, slowly, slowly dying a most undignified death.
There was food everywhere, another one of those magazines on the ground, open to a...risqué page and V-mon was happily chirping while smothering him.
Daisuke's face began to turn purple. Lack of air and lack of dignity tended to do that to a person.
Now...the final question…
"Will you buy them?"
There was a moment of silence.
V-mon finally saw his partner's reaction. He was afraid of convenience stores, but this... was more terrifying than even the hugest convenience store!
"Da.... Daisuke?"
"Will you buy them... ....Daisuke?"
Daisuke was slowly choking, trying to say something. Anything.
He eventually managed to squirm out from underneath V-mon, gulping desperately for air. The color slowly receded from his face, returning to normal.
Then he realized what V-mon had asked him. And his face went even redder than before.
"V-V-mon!" Daisuke exclaimed. "No! I don't like those kinds of magazines! And I don't have any! And I don't have any under my bed or in the closet or anywhere!"
"Don't you.... Daisuke?"
How surprising! Daisuke's face was normal again.
"But I’m sure you like these ones! Look look!" V-mon took some of the magazines that were scattered on the floor. "Eh? Her poses, Daisuke! Her clothes, Daisuke! I’m sure I saw something like this one under your bed.” V-mon's cheeks were a bit red. He didn't know what these kinds of magazines meant, but for some reason, he felt good being with his best friend discussing anything.
"And here? Her boobies are huge, Daisuke! And here *bbbbbiiiippppppppp* and there *biiiiiiiiiiiiiiippp* Don't you like it, Daisuke!? Don't you, don't you?!”
Poor clumsy Digimon.
That was why some people said that are some things that only humans could understand.
Daisuke was feeling more and more overwhelmed by the second. He wondered if there was any rock near by for him to crawl under. Or at least a rock he could knock himself unconscious with.
"V-mon, no! I don't like these magazines and I don't like 'boobies' and I don't like girls!" He yelled, exasperated.
"You...”
....
“…don't like....”
…
“…girls....?" Now the confused one was V-mon.
"Daisuke is... Daisuke-tan is... DAISUKE IS GAY!??!!" The volume at which V-mon used to proclaim this last phrase was so high, it reached a level where everyone in that convenience store could hear.
V-mon threw all the magazines up in the air.
This was terrible...
V-mon thought that Daisuke was a normal boy. One that played soccer, was good at sports, not such a big popular kid but a normal one, and of course, the Digimon thought he loved ...
Girls...
But this new information froze his soul.
Everyone in the convenience store looked at the boy.
"Dislike girls?"
"That guy is not normal."
"He’s a homo?!"
Daisuke clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that!
"No! No no no," the goggle boy exclaimed. Oh, where was that rock when he needed it? Or better yet, a sewer for him to crawl into.
"V-mon, keep your voice down! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant--I meant..."
Out of desperation, Daisuke picked up one of the cans of pop and began to hit himself over the head with it. Maybe it was a nightmare. Yeah, a nightmare!
V-mon was dazed. And now, he didn't know how to react to this strange circumstance.
He was simply the kind of Digimon that sometimes could not keep his own emotions in check, and sometimes he just burst...
"This.... this is not…Daisuke!”
The funniest thing was... that the more angry one should have been Daisuke, but like always, V-mon took it out of proportion.
Daisuke dimly wondered why V-mon looked ticked off. If they ever got into a scuffle, there was no way he would walk away unscathed.
He rubbed his temple tiredly. "V-mon, no, I'm not gay. What I meant to say," he mumbled, "was that I just don't like those magazines. At all. That's it."
People were amused and at the same time, confused. This scene was funny and weird, but most of all, it was unpredictable.
V-mon wrung his hands together, waiting Daisuke's new reaction. He don't mind Dai’s magazines, he don't mind huge boobs, or nude women...
"Now I’m getting mad! Really, really mad!" V-mon recklessly tore some of the magazines to shreds. "Boobs, porn... what's this, eh? DAISUKE? Do you prefer men?”
A little girl, who was watching that moment, told Daisuke that maybe it was better to run. Just maybe.
"V-mon! Calm down!" Why wasn't the Digimon listening to him anymore? He was trying to explain that he was straight! And here V-mon wasn't even listening to him.
"V-mon!" Daisuke yelled. "Stop it! Just stop it and listen to me!"
He really wished V-mon would stop. He couldn't afford to pay for all the ripped magazines.
V-mon ran desperately around there. He threw things and crashed into things. It was only moments before the place was a disaster; books were on the floor, broken glass in the milk section, broken shelves on the ground.
Then... V-mon saw the one thing that could calm his angry moment. The bbq bun. .
That was the salvation ...
"Daisuke. I want my candy bar, my cola. I want my food.” V-mon fell over.
Daisuke flinched as the catastrophe in the convenience store just grew and grew. He watched V-mon on a rampage and quickly collected the food he wanted and paid for it.
"Uhm...V-mon! Here, you can have the barbecue bun and the chocolate bar!" Daisuke held both out towards his partner.
"Daisuke?" V-mon reacted for in instant. "Finally... will you buy... these magazines? "
Daisuke frowned. "I can't afford that, V-mon. Come on, I can barely afford the food I have here!"
He looked at the mess in the store, like a hurricane had struck it. Well...if you called it Hurricane V-mon maybe.
Then the store manager descended on Daisuke like a hawk with its prey. The soccer player gulped hard.
The store manager cleared his throat, tapping his foot. "You are going to have to pay for the destruction of this store, young man," he directed at Daisuke. "Seeing as you let your pet go rampant in here."
"Go ahead, Daisuke!"
V-mon felt tired, and since he couldn’t pay, he went home with his bun and candy bar.
Daisuke opened his mouth. "V-mon is not my pet! He's my best friend! Well, my best friend after Ken! Except that Ken would never do this to me! But V-mon is still my friend and he's not an animal or a thing!"
At the glare from the manager, Daisuke shut up. "I-uhm...I'll pay for it all, I swear!"
He quickly called home. After his mother picked and started yelling the moment he finished explaining, Daisuke quickly hung up on her, cutting her off mid-rant.
The store manager scowled at him darkly.
And half an hour later, after Daisuke finished cleaning up the mess and making a deal with the manager, he found himself with a part-time job.
It was certainly not the circumstances he had wanted to get a part-time job under, but it was his only option it seemed.
And so, Daisuke returned home with the snacks he did manage to afford. He entered the apartment, crestfallen.
He would be paying off the store with a portion of each paycheque until the debt was cleared. At least, Daisuke mused, he would get to keep the rest as spending money. Hopefully, it wouldn't take long.
V-mon felt a bit mad, not because of the magazines or because of the disaster or the gay questioning moment, he was more angry at himself, for being tired and hungry.
He put some ramen on the table. "Do you remember... there was something I wanted to say to you when we started the day, Daisuke?"
"Well... I want to say sorry, Daisuke." V-mon raised his head, smiling a little.
Daisuke managed to give V-mon a half smile. Maybe...the day hadn't been a total disaster.
"It's okay, V-mon. It's okay."