"Ok, petting time."

The tamer stared in disbelief at the digimon's sudden demand.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You owe me."

"Oh, not you too. Where'd you get that idea?"

"Easy. You gave Ren pets. You gave Yuki pets. Now it's my turn."

“Eugh, fine."

The tamer waved the Digimon over.

"...come here then."

“Nuh-uh. You're doing it properly."

"What do you mean, properly?"

"I wanna snuggle on the bed."

Kiyu got up from the couch and wandered over to stand in the hallway. He looked back at the tamer.

"...please?"

The tamer gave an amused chuckle.

"I ended up with the three most moochy digimon in the world, huh?"

"Hey, you like snuggling too."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So… come on then."

Kiyu came back and nudged his tamer to get out of the chair, before herding him to the bedroom.

The tamer was quick to protest the pushiness.

"Hey, hey! I can walk myself. Jeez."

He made it to the end of the hall and entered the bedroom.

"...alright, you pushy fox. What are you-...uhhh."

He had turned around as he spoke, only to find Kiyu standing right in his face, giving a casual smile.

"Hai."

"Uh… hi…"

The tamer waited for the digimon to say something, but Kiyu just stood there smiling.

"...so… you want pets?"

"Mhmm…"

"Alright, so what do you want to do?"

Kiyu had a naughty look in his eye, but he didn't say anything. After a moment, the tamer's own expression turned suspicious as he tried to figure out the digimon's plan

"…what are you plot-OOF!"

Before he could finish, the digimon had pounced on him. He found himself thrown back onto the bed, buried under Kiyu's chest.

"Mmf! Geh hoff of ee!"

"Hmm? What was that, Tamer?"

The tamer struggled underneath the digimon, trying to push against his chest. Kiyu eventually yielded, lifting himself up enough for the tamer to speak freely.

"I said… get off of me… you fat lump!"

"You're so mean, Tamer. You let Yuki sit on you like this."

"Yeah, well… he didn't give me a full-on bodyslam."

The tamer slid himself out from under the digimon and up to the bedhead. 

"Ugh… man, I feel like I've been squashed."

He rubbed his chest and rolled his shoulders back and forth.

"...new rule. No squashing your tamer."

Kiyu pouted.

“Aww, no fun. Can I at least have pets now?"

The tamer's eyes narrowed at the digimon, scrutinising whether he deserved pets.

"I dunno. Are you gonna squash me again?"

Kiyu took much longer to respond than he reasonably should've needed, clearly struggling to come up with the correct answer.

“Ummm… no?"

“Smart answer."

The digimon's ears perked up. 

"So pets?"

Kiyu had remained where he was after pouncing on his tamer. His front half was lying on the bed, but his back half was still standing on the floor.

…and he was also doing the puppy dog eyes thing.

Seeing the needy look from his digimon, the tamer let out a sigh as he relented.

He reluctantly patted the spot beside him on the bed.

"Fine. Come here."

"Yes!"

Kiyu didn't hesitate, quickly crawling up the bed to lie beside his tamer.

"...ahhh… your bed is so comfy, Tamer."

The digimon rolled onto his side and stretched out, his legs easily pushing the tamer towards the edge of the bed.

"Hey, watch it! You can't just kick me off my own bed."

"But I need room to stretch out."

"Oh, well since there's not enough room here, I guess I'll just go sit on the couch instead then."

The tamer swung his legs over the side of the bed and made to stand up. Kiyu's eyes widened in alarm as he realised the tamer was about to move away. He flailed around, hastily trying to right himself so he could stop the tamer from leaving.

"Wait, you can't go! What about my pets?! You said you would."

The tamer stopped and looked back at the digimon 

"Ok, brat boy. You want pets or you want to stretch?"

"I…"

A sullen look found its way to the digimon's face, having to choose between getting attention and being a brat.

"...pets."

The tamer smirked in response.

"Good choice. So… what do you wanna do?"

"I… uh… I dunno."

The tamer facepalmed.

"Seriously? All this fuss and you don't actually know what you want?"

Kiyu gave a sheepish look.

"Well… I just want pets."

The tamer gave a sigh.

"Alright. What about… uh… how about ear rubs? Ren really liked that."

For a moment Kiyu looked tempted by the offer, but eventually declined.

"Ehhh… can we do something different?"

The tamer did have another idea, but thought Kiyu might not be entirely comfortable with it, given the digimon's earlier comment about sitting on the floor. However, he didn't have any better ideas, so he figured it was worth a try.

"Alright… I got one idea. But you gotta be willing to swallow some of that pride, ok?"

The digimon tilted his head in confusion.

"Why?"

"Well… this… it might be a bit embarrassing for you."

"Do I have to?"

"No, but you want pets and I think you'll enjoy it."

The digimon looked troubled, torn between his pets and his ego.

"I guess… alright. But if it's embarrassing, you're not allowed to make fun of me after."

"I promise I won't make fun of you afterwards."

"Ok. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you roll onto your back?"

"Um… o… kay."

The digimon wriggled himself around until he was lying upside down on the bed. His front legs hung in the air, while his back legs splayed out sideways. He had a puzzled look on his face.

"...like this?"

The tamer gave a hearty chuckle at the sight of the giant digimon lying upside down like a dog.

"Ok, that's pretty cute. Oh, wait there a sec… I gotta get a picture."

He got up to grab his phone.

The digimon whined at him.

"Hey! Don't just leave me like this."

"Just a sec…"

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and turned back to the digimon.

"...ok, make that face again."

Rather than the cute look from before, the digimon gave him a grumpy scowl.

"Tamer… come on already."

*Click*

The tamer ignored Kiyu's nagging and took the photo regardless. Tapping on the thumbnail, he took a moment to review the shot. He gave another laugh.

"Oh man, it's actually funnier with that grumpy look."

The digimon gave another whine.

"Are you done yet? Come onnn."

The tamer was oblivious to Kiyu's demands, still admiring the photo.

"Hey, I should send this to Haley."

The digimon's eyes went wide in panic.

"NO! You're not allowed!"

"C'mon, she'll think it's adorable."

Kiyu's expression turned nasty, although some of the fierceness was lost since he was still lying upside down.

"I swear, Tamer… I will eat your phone."

"Fine, fine."

The tamer put his phone back, safely out of eating range, before scooting over to the digimon. He leaned up against Kiyu's side and began rubbing along his broad chest.

The digimon gave a contented murmur.

"Mmm… finally."

"Quit whinging. You're gonna get plenty of attention."

He traced his fingers down the digimon's chest til he felt the transition from ribcage to soft underbelly. He began scritching with both hands.

Kiyu started letting out little grunts and huffs at the treatment.

"Ah… heh… Tamer… ooohhh…"

The tamer gave a smirk.

"Oh, bit of a soft spot, hey?"

He doubled his efforts, adding a bit more pressure and scritching even faster.

As he'd hoped, Kiyu's leg started to kick uncontrollably.

"Ah… no… heh… it tickles… ah… too much."

"You want me to stop?"

“Ahhh… nnnggh…"

The tamer carried on until Kiyu was left breathing heavily, with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

Only when the digimon was in a full stupor did the tamer ease up his ministrations. He had an amused look on his face as he nudged Kiyu.

"You good?"

"Just… hah… give me… a minute."

The tamer gave a wry smile, clearly enjoying himself. He returned to gently rubbing Kiyu's chest whilst waiting for the digimon to regain his composure.

"Well, maybe that's enough pets for now."

"No… more…"

"No more?"

"No. Mooore."

The tamer gave the digimon a teasing look.

"Yeah, I heard you. No more, I'm stopping."

The digimon gave a frustrated huff.

"No. I want mooore."

The tamer continued his teasing as he gave the digimon a big smirk.

"Ohhhh, why didn't you say so?"

Kiyu rolled himself upright, a grumpy look on his face.

"Why are you being like this, Tamer?"

The tamer feigned innocence.

“Like what? I was just checking what you wanted."

He leaned back against the bedhead and folded his arms.

“...you know, it's strange. You were really against sitting on the floor like a mutt, but you're demanding to be pet like a dog."

The digimon stumbled, trying to come up with an explanation.

“Uh… well, that. It's… different?"

The explanation was far from convincing and the tamer was quick to question it.

“Really? Seems a bit contradictory, don't you think?"

“Errr… no… it's…"

The tamer gave a smug look as Kiyu continued trying to come up with an explanation.

The digimon gave up stuttering as he became fed up trying to justify his desire and frustration took over.

“Argh! I don't care!"

Kiyu was already close to the top of the bed, but he thrust himself forward further, planting himself up against the tamer. He forced his head between the tamer's folded arms.

“...just pet me already!"

The tamer was taken aback, suddenly finding himself cradling an armful of digimon.

“Woah, uh… guess we're not stopping then."

"No, you're not allowed to stop until I tell you."

"Jeez, you're bossy."

"I'm not bossy. I'm just telling you what to do."

The tamer just rolled his eyes, before settling in for more petting.