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Buy my muse a drink.

Before Mimi could really protest, Yamato walked to the counter. Mimi made a small noise as she watched, tapping the pads of her fingers on the table, her nails clicking if they landed on the wooden surface.

When he returned, Mimi was surprised to find he’d bought her one of her favourite drinks. She was certain she’d never told him about it or mentioned in casual conversation. She rarely went out to drink like this.

Memory meme - ☽  a memory of their father

Takeru was visiting and it wasn’t even a holiday! Since they had returned from the Digital World, the young boy had noticed he was allowed to visit Yamato more often. 

They were walking back from the park, the sun hiding behind the surrounding apartment buildings talking about nothing when he felt it. A hand rested lightly on his head, heavier than his brothers. Confused he looked up only for his dad to pull the hand away, embarrassed. 

Takeru arrived at their father’s place before Yamato had finished band practice. The apartment was quiet and clean.  He had already set up his laptop in Yamato’s room and had long been browsing the blogs of international digidestined with his phone when the sound of a key in the front lock got his attention. Quickly! Quietly, Takeru slipped off the couch and into the small kitchen. He crouched near the trash, breathing softly as he heard the other occupant remove their shoes and shuffle into the living space. Yamato. Perfect. 

“Thanks again for agreeing to come with me to the wedding.”

Mimi was fixing Yamato’s tie, fluffing the collar of his suit as she did so. Partly she was fussing. Mimi was always a stickler for looking one’s best. There were a lot of weddings Mimi attended over the years. A few more she missed living in America apart from the most important. This one would be a little different, now that she was older. It was expected to come with some sort of date.

Mimi herself was in a black sleeveless dress, wrapped in a heart shape around her chest to the belt, falling in a floor length skirt where the colours melded into a gradient of purple, orange and pink to the white bottom. Her hair was in a half updo, pinned at the back by flower hair clips, though her hair still framed her face, wavier than normal. She had a thin matching shawl draped over her shoulders for the weather. She had to get up early in the morning to make sure she looked her best.

They were in Hokkaido, a resort near the mountains by a lovely meadow. It was a little chilly for the time of year compared to Tokyo, but the day was cloudless.

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