Title: Common Ground
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: My response to my appalling failure in my Spanish speaking test earlier today. In fact, I got the idea while I was sitting outside waiting to be called in. Daiken.
It's amazing how two people can be so different.
Daisuke and I are sitting next to each other in the otherwise empty hallway. We're both here for the same reason, waiting for the same thing, wondering if we'll pass the same exam.
But we couldn't be any more different. I'm reading through my notes, hoping the information will stick for long enough, while he's tapping his fingers on his thighs and is clearly impatient to get the whole thing over with. I'm sitting bent over with my face nearly touching my knees but he's leaning back casually in his chair. I'm wondering whether my questions will be the same as the previous candidate's, and he's probably wondering what he'll have for lunch.
We're not the same, and we're not talking. We don't need to; what would we say? Perhaps we'd wish each other luck, or say that we hadn't learned the questions well enough for a decent pass.
He takes hold of my hand, and we don't need to talk. We both know that we'll approach the exam differently, do the exam in completely different ways and walk out with different expressions; because we are that different. No one ever wanted to be the same anyway.