Rednecks and Roses[Seabass]
Dec 6, 2017 2:19:38 GMT
Post by Duffer & Kotemon on Dec 6, 2017 2:19:38 GMT
Just outside of Rustport is a stout, rusted mobile home, fitting in alongside the other pieces of scrap and garbage that lay in the desert sun. Barely large enough to hold a table, many a digimon assumed it was empty and moved in to try and scrap it. Many a digimon left with their tail behind their legs and most of their fingers broken though, as within this trailer lived a couple of mean mother hubbards with nothing to their names but the trailer and each-other. This is one of their stories.
A man with a bad overbite and worse teeth bent down to look into his fridge, humming and moving things around as his wife passed him by. "Don't tell me we're out of beer..." He mumbled, annoyed.
"And I signed you up for the Toys for Tinies charity on monday, it's that time of year after all~" His wife said from the other "room".
"This time of- You didn't know what Christmas was until last year and suddenly you're its biggest fan?" He asked, annoyed.
"You can't tell me you can't dress as Santaman for the kids, can you?"
"They're blobs of data posing as matter, not kids!"
"I was a blob of data once too." She said, reentering the room and grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. He banged his head on the fridge and clutched it. "Now look at me and tell me you'll help the little digimon have a merry Christmas."
The woman holding him was a rosemon, somewhere around ten feet tall and far, far stronger than he. She didn't like manhandling him, and he didn't like being manhandled, but she didn't like him being such a sourpuss either. Her eyes were covered up by the rose that her species was named after, in her other hand was her baton and whip and her latex singlet clung tightly to her body. The only thing separating her from the normal rosemon was the wedding band on her right finger.
"Fine, I'll do yer stupid charity work... but you owe me." She laughed in response and set him down.
"No I don't~" She responded, laughing haughtily and returning to the other room.
"And we're out of beer!" He said, annoyed.
"We're not out, I just tossed it away. All you do is sit and eat and drink, at least be slightly healthier about it."
"Then get me light beer if you're worried about my health! You made me stop smoking, stop chewing, stop shooting, I'm hardly even a man anymore!" He said, annoyed.
"If you want it so bad then it's still in the trash, but put it out! It's been sitting for a week and I'm having the girls over for cards later." He groaned and picked his bottles out of the trash, setting them on the counter before taking the bag out of the can. He sloppily tied the top and stepped out of his trailer, greeting the sun with his usual disdain. He approached the metal trash cans and put the bag in, looking around at the Digital World around him... Then he noticed a datamon trying to steal his TV antenna.
"Get down from there!" He shouted, furious. The antenna fell to the ground and the datamon ran as the man shouted swears at it. He looked down at the piece of metal and grimaced. Today was not going to be a good one.
A man with a bad overbite and worse teeth bent down to look into his fridge, humming and moving things around as his wife passed him by. "Don't tell me we're out of beer..." He mumbled, annoyed.
"And I signed you up for the Toys for Tinies charity on monday, it's that time of year after all~" His wife said from the other "room".
"This time of- You didn't know what Christmas was until last year and suddenly you're its biggest fan?" He asked, annoyed.
"You can't tell me you can't dress as Santaman for the kids, can you?"
"They're blobs of data posing as matter, not kids!"
"I was a blob of data once too." She said, reentering the room and grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. He banged his head on the fridge and clutched it. "Now look at me and tell me you'll help the little digimon have a merry Christmas."
The woman holding him was a rosemon, somewhere around ten feet tall and far, far stronger than he. She didn't like manhandling him, and he didn't like being manhandled, but she didn't like him being such a sourpuss either. Her eyes were covered up by the rose that her species was named after, in her other hand was her baton and whip and her latex singlet clung tightly to her body. The only thing separating her from the normal rosemon was the wedding band on her right finger.
"Fine, I'll do yer stupid charity work... but you owe me." She laughed in response and set him down.
"No I don't~" She responded, laughing haughtily and returning to the other room.
"And we're out of beer!" He said, annoyed.
"We're not out, I just tossed it away. All you do is sit and eat and drink, at least be slightly healthier about it."
"Then get me light beer if you're worried about my health! You made me stop smoking, stop chewing, stop shooting, I'm hardly even a man anymore!" He said, annoyed.
"If you want it so bad then it's still in the trash, but put it out! It's been sitting for a week and I'm having the girls over for cards later." He groaned and picked his bottles out of the trash, setting them on the counter before taking the bag out of the can. He sloppily tied the top and stepped out of his trailer, greeting the sun with his usual disdain. He approached the metal trash cans and put the bag in, looking around at the Digital World around him... Then he noticed a datamon trying to steal his TV antenna.
"Get down from there!" He shouted, furious. The antenna fell to the ground and the datamon ran as the man shouted swears at it. He looked down at the piece of metal and grimaced. Today was not going to be a good one.
