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Post by Makoto on Mar 31, 2017 12:50:58 GMT
Shibuki high school had indeed been destroyed. Makoto raised an eyebrow when Katsura admitted to not only that, but sometimes returning to its origin. "Do you know if digimon were involved in it?" she asked. An event that would destroy a high school in Japan was very rare, and Makoto thought that something like this happening would probably involve the digital monsters that they posessed.
Makoto didn't think that much of referring to Katsura by her first name. She had socialized so little in her life that she thought that inviting someone into her room should at least be addressed by their first name, since she thought that bringing someone this far into her private life deserved some kind of familiarity.
After a moment of silence, Katsura answered that there was a city called Terminus in the digital world. Makoto nodded. A city implied there would be lots of places to call home.
"Deuce, do you remember Terminus City?" Makoto asked her partner.
"Eh? Well... yeah, it kinda jumps to mind" the Pagumon replied, currently at the bottom of Makoto's bookshelf and reading the titles of the volumes there. Makoto nodded and decided to resume her line of questioning.
"Do you know if it's easy to earn some kind of income in the digital world that can allow you to afford a house?" she asked.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Apr 3, 2017 22:19:18 GMT
Katsura shrugged at the idea that a digimon could have caused the destruction, "Before Nyao came into my life, I won't have thought it. But now, I'm not sure. It does actually make sense come to think of it." Katsura looked at Nyao who clearly had no idea either what happen. Now it seemed like Makoto wondered whether there were options in Terminus City for making a living. Katsura hadn't thought much about it until recently when she was getting tempted to leave the human world for good. Katsura was looking thoughtful for a moment, it made it obvious that it was something Katsura too would could think about doing. Nyao too was annoyed at herself for not being the one suggestion that idea first even if she couldn't quite grasp why Makoto could care.
"I suppose, I haven't really thought about it before. The digital world is really nice and there could be some place to work. Hopefully not as a waitress in a forest." Katsura briefly glowered to Nyao, not hostilely but it still revealed that the latter wasn't just a hypothetical scenario but something that did in fact happen. "It was an accident." Nyao objected as she looked Katsura in the eyes. Katsura had one weakness, she couldn't resist the adorableness in Nyao's eyes and with a sigh and a coy smile Katsura petted Nyao on her back like a real pet.
By the end of the day, Katsura and Nyao couldn't stay mad at each other for more than 5 seconds max before they were as good friends as ever.
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Post by Makoto on Apr 9, 2017 14:26:11 GMT
"Hmm, yes, I mean it is logical" Makoto said, nodding. "The main way to enter the digital world seems to be linked with Shibuya, as far as I know, so it makes sense that digimon may be responsible for odd things happening in this district, such as the destruction of that school".
Katsura seemed to consider Makoto's suggestion. While she had worded it with concern, showing she cared about Katsura's welfare, it was partially for her own curiosity too. Why, if she could possibly live and prosper in this 'digital world', then perhaps it may be worth the risk going there?
The exchange, she found unusual though. "A waitress in the forest?" she repeated, blinking. "That's unusual. It must have been some event then".
"Eh whatever it takes to get some payment, a digimon can't be too picky" Deuce said, shrugging his ears. He then sniffed the air. "Oh wow, that food sure smells good! I take it dinner will be ready soon?"
Makoto looked at the clock. "Yeah, in about 10 minutes" she answered. She always liked her parents' cooking. It was about one of the few things she felt they were competent at. After all, they never helped her with homework, nagged her to be more social, if they didn't feed her properly she doubted she'd even feel like speaking to them, especially when it seemed that every second sentence that came out of their mouths was how she would never get far in life with being solitary and lonely. All this, Makoto kept quiet about for now. She wasn't feeling particularly resentful with there being multiple interesting guests in her room.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Apr 11, 2017 23:18:38 GMT
Katsura sighed exhausted when Makoto had inquired about being waitress in a forest, truly she blamed herself for bringing it up. "Here's a tip, if a Guilmon shows up trying to sell you food be on your best behavior." Then Deuce said something that sounded slightly suspicious for Katsura, does that digimon seriously think that any way of making money is acceptable? That was a weird thing to imply, Katsura assumed that it was just trying to sound inclusive. Fortunately Katsura didn't have to keep that subject up because Deuce brought the subject of food up with seemed to be within 10 minutes. "What do you think they are making?" "Nyaooo, don't be so bold, it's rude (sorry). Maybe we should go down and see if there is something we could help with?"
The thought of waiting for food without doing anything in return was an alien experience for Katsura, she was used to not only helping out but actually doing it herself, ironically without getting anything in return herself. Now that the food was offered, Katsura still couldn't shake off the habit that she should be helping out.
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Post by Makoto on Apr 15, 2017 10:40:57 GMT
Makoto wasn't sure what to make of that tip. "What kind of digimon is a Guilmon?" she asked curiously. So far she gathered that digimon seemed to have names related to something related to their features, although she didn't know why Deuce was a "Pagumon".
While it was a subject that Katsura didn't seem to like talking about, Makoto didn't really recognize that she was uncomfortable.
Then Nyao mentioned that she was curious about what was cooking. Katsura then asked if there was anything she could do to help out. "I doubt mom and dad let guests help with dinner" she said. "But if you're curious, we can go see what they're making".
"Yeah! Let's do that!" Deuce cheered. He was eager to fill his belly again. Who knows? Maybe he might even digivolve after a big meal.
"Well... alright, but you're not allowed to move or talk while you're out of this room, alright?" Makoto asked, picking him up. He was about the weight of a cat now. She waited to see if Katsura and Nyao were going to follow her.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Apr 18, 2017 21:53:40 GMT
It was true, Katsura was not unconformable rather it was an annoying memory that she happily forgot and afterwards attempted to pretend that it never happen despite evidence to the contrary. Well now that the subject is up and Makoto was asking about how a guilmon looked like, she started to think for a moment.
"Well I haven't seen the normal version yet, don't ask me how it works but it seems like there is a dark variant of digimon. Maybe it's a race thing or a breed thing, I don't know. He looked much like a dinousaur kinda like a small T-rex or something. He was actually kind and just messing with us for fun." While Katsura was rambling, Nyao took a short glance studying Pagumon it only took half a second. Now it seemed like it was time to walk downstairs, Nyao quickly jumped into Katsura's arms and remained a plushtoy. For Katsura and Nyao the idea of acting like girl and her plush had become a natural thing already, now they were ready to walk down. "Sure, let's do that" Katsura assumed that now was the time to send a friendly smile, then she followed after Makoto.
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Post by Makoto on Apr 22, 2017 8:20:28 GMT
"A little T-rex?" Makoto repeated. Her immediate picture was of something that looked rather adorable. Makoto kind of liked lizards and dinosaurs, mainly because of the sheer shock of it all, that all dinosaurs simply died in some event 300 million years ago, despite dominating the planet for nearly a billion years before that.
However, she took note that some digimon tended to be 'dark'. As in acting with malice. So then, they weren't all friendly. That was understandable, not every human was friendly. But she found it curious that the 'dark' digimon were made obvious by darker coloring. That certainly didn't apply to humans in her opinion.
Deuce's eyes glanced back at Nyao for the moment she was studying him, but since she looked away quickly he assumed it was not very important.
And so following that, Makoto picked up Deuce and led Katsura toward the kitchen, where her parents were preparing dinner. A variety of nourishing food was wafting its aroma into the room. Fish was in the grill, Rice was boiling; a second pot on the stove was simmering away at a potato stew, and Makoto's father was preparing a salad for them on the bench while her mother was monitoring the stove.
"Not long now, you two" Makoto's mother said, smiling at them. She then noticed the creature that Makoto was holding. "Oh, is that a different plushie?" she asked, interested.
"Oh" Makoto realized that Deuce had just digivolved. "Er, yes, this is one I got the other day" she said, trying to look natural. Supposing that dinner was not so far away, Makoto took her place at the table, inviting Katsura to do the same. In a few minutes, all would be served. She hoped the digimon would be able to contain themselves while her parents were there.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Apr 22, 2017 10:07:06 GMT
Katsura nodded affirmative that Guilmon did indeed look like a dinosaur. Katsura felt it was necessary to repeat herself giving that Nyao was usually biased against dark Digimon exactly due to their tendency towards malice. "He was very nice, a prankster at worst." Unlike Nyao, Katsura knew how to look past the stigma against especially virus Digimon, she did however think that Deuce looked a bit like a dark Digimon. Katsura didn't want to scare Makoto especially when she wasn't sure that it was a polite thing to bring up according to Katsura's assumption also factored in her decision to keep quiet about it.
The food looked very delicious, what for Makoto and her family called a meal was for Katsura weeks worth of food. She definitely looked forward to eat this much, in fact she felt guilty about eating so much of food from others. Despite this, Katsura obliged Mankato's gesture to take a seat and then placed Nyao next to her keeping up the plush act.
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Post by Makoto on Apr 27, 2017 4:36:32 GMT
Makoto then took her seat at the table, resting Deuce on her lap. While the Pagumon was doing what she said in keeping still, he simply couldn't wait to eat.
Before long, the meal was ready. Makoto's parents brought the food to the table - trays complete with 5 plates and bowls of food. Grilled fish, rice, cucumber salad, miso soup and a potato stew, all chopped up for easy eating with chopsticks.
Deuce's eyes were watering as the food was placed so close to him, but he couldn't eat! How frustrating!
"Here we are" Mr. Terauchi said, smiling. As they began to eat, he regarded their guest. "So, Katsura. Do you go to Makoto's school?" he enquired, beginning the dinner conversation.
While they were doing this, Makoto was about to bring a piece of fish to her mouth when it fell from her chopsticks... and into the waiting mouth of the Pagumon below. Her parents were too busy talking to Katsura to notice this. She hoped that in doing this, Katsura might catch on and do the same for Nyao, although as the guest, her parents would be keeping her eyes on her.
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Post by Katsura Ise on Apr 28, 2017 21:41:11 GMT
Katsura scouted over the table, in her guilt over having so much food in front of her it was difficult for her to make a decision in what to pick. She then tried to take a poorly chopped potato first with her chopsticks but just at it reached her plate it slipped, round as it was it rolled down from the table, curiously said piece eventually found its way into Nyao's mouth all on its own.
Katsura promptly with a rather embarrassed facial expression went down to look for it but it was gone without a trace aside from a chewing Salamon. It was an accident that could happen to everyone. "I'm so sorry!"
Katsura then picked up what for her was a regular meal. It was depressingly sparse to put it mildly although she tried to fill out the plate if she hadn't spread out the salad it would had barely filled half a plate. Genuinely Katsura seemed confused by the idea that one would eat that much. Had Katsura been offered a pizza instead she would likely had eaten one slice and place the rest in a fridge without a sense of irony. "So, Katsura. Do you go to Makoto's school?" "Well, I could start there if I knew how. This place seems nice"
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Post by Makoto on May 1, 2017 8:16:09 GMT
Mr Terauchi chuckled as Katsura apologized for dropping food. "Ah don't worry, it happens to all of us" he said. Makoto smiled too, glad that she was catching on to the strategy to feed her digimon at the table. Although the girl looked so skinny and didn't appear to be used to this much food that it probably wasn't that good for them to share. Hmm.
Makoto ate a mouthful of food this time, while her parents were glancing at her. While of course Deuce had to be fed, she still had to feed herself too. She couldn't give him the whole dish.
Mrs Terauchi meanwhile was slightly confused by Katsura's reply. "You'd like to start there?" she asked. "Ah, I see, you're starting high school, yes? Well... if you'd like to start, you could ask your parents, correct?" she asked, hoping she was being helpful.
Makoto suddenly coughed, purposefully dropping the bit of food that was in her chopsticks into the awaiting mouth of Deuce. This time her parents took the hint that that might not be a good conversation to go with.
"I met Katsura on the way home from school today, mom" she explained. "She helped me out a bit when I... tripped over. So we talked and here we are". She lied about tripping over, but, she hoped this story would keep the topic away from Katsura's home situation.
"Ah, I see" Mr. Terauchi said. They continued to eat the food in silence for a little while. And if Makoto's eyes weren't deceiving her, Deuce seemed to be growing just a little bigger at every mouthful.
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Post by Katsura Ise on May 2, 2017 23:15:06 GMT
Katsura sorted her food on her plate, there was a fine order to be seen. Occasionally Katsura was looking up smiling to contribute to the social event. Of course she also took her mandatory bites on the food, surprisingly she only had to take more food when everyone else did.
When Mrs Terauchi mentioned parents there was slight sadness hidden behind Katsura's friendly smile, Katsura knew how to hide that away but for one second there was nothing honest about the smile whatsoever. Katsura nevertheless nodded acknowledging that it was a well-meant advice.
While Makoto was distracting her parents with fake coughing Katsura used the opportunity to quickly feed Nyao some food from her own plate in a swift movement. Nyao began to eat the food but was hoping that Katsura also saved some food for herself.
Katsura then made it seem like she was just politely listening to Makoto.
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Post by Makoto on May 3, 2017 10:11:31 GMT
The rest of the dinner passed with only basic over-the-table conversation. By the end of it, Makoto had fed about half of her meal to Deuce. As expected, both of her parents were beginning to yawn and feel very tired, given that they would both begin their work at 2am the next morning.
When all was finished, her parents took away the dinnerware and then spoke to Makoto and Katsura.
"We do apologize for retiring so quickly, but, our line of work means we should really go to bed now" said Mrs. Terauchi. "Katsura, you're welcome to stay for the night if you wish". She left the remainder of the sentence unspoken, that if she wanted to continue staying here they would have to have a proper conversation about it. But just one night was nothing they would object to.
"Thanks mom and dad" Makoto answered her parents. "And we'll be quiet, don't worry". She had no intentions of listening to loud music tonight.
"If you're still hungry, feel free to reheat some of the leftovers in the fridge" Mr. Terauchi said to them. And with that, the parents retired to their bedroom. Makoto looked down at Deuce.
"Are you still hungry?" she asked him.
"Yeah, a little" Deuce said, nodding enthusiastically. Makoto made a 'tsk' noise. Was his stomach truly this bottomless? Well, she supposed that since they were invited to, she might as well grab some more food from the fridge.
"Are you still hungry, Katsura and Nyao?" Makoto asked the others.
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Post by Katsura Ise on May 4, 2017 23:47:51 GMT
The rest of the dinner was uneventful aside from occasionally making sure that Nyao too got something to eat. Eventually Katsura thanked for dinner. Katsura had to stop herself before she ended up clearing the table and do their dishes.
Such things was a habit that actually took willpower from Katsura not to react to. By the end of the dinner, Mrs. Terauchi spoke up saying that she was welcome to spend the night there. Katsura smiled back, "Thanks. That is so generous of you!" Katsura said before picking up Nyao. Makoto then started offering Deuce food the once her parents were out of the way.
It sent Katsura great nostalgia to see a bond being formed that way, this was a big part of how Katsura befriended Nyao. Afterwards Katsura (and Nyao) were offered leftovers which caused Katsura to shrug. "I don't want to be a burden"
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Post by Makoto on May 8, 2017 8:52:08 GMT
Makoto shrugged as Katsura said she didn't want to be a burden. "I don't think just having some leftovers if you're still hungry counts as 'being a burden'" she said. "Besides, it'd lose its taste if it gets cold, so, might as well dig into it while it's still-"
She was promptly surprised when the Pagumon on her lap suddenly glowed white and swelled in size. So much so that the digimon that was now sitting on her lap was about the size and shape of a small boy. Well... other than the fact that his skin was light blue, a ruff of black fur was around his neck, he wore some kind of mask above a huge grin and seemed to have a spiked tail poking out the back of his leathery black trousers.
"'Scuse me" he said, as though he had done nothing more than burp. Makoto didn't know what to say here for a few seconds.
"...I suppose this is your Rookie form is it, Deuce?" she asked eventually. She looked at her digivice and accessed its scanning function. Apparently he was a digimon known as "Dracmon".
"Heh, I guess it is" Deuce said, jumping off her lap and enjoying the use of having functional arms and legs. He then turned his hands toward her.
"...you have eyes on your hands" Makoto pointed out.
"Yep! I sure do" Deuce said, holding his hands open at eye level, the red and green eyes blinking at Makoto. It was very unnerving. "Man this is so sweet! Evolved twice on the same day!"
"I hope you don't evolve too far..." Makoto said. She looked at Katsura. "Do you know what the next level would be like for him?" she asked, while Deuce grabbed another snack. After all, his stomach was a bit emptier since it had moved to his torso.
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