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Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Feb 12, 2019 8:24:30 GMT
It had never really occurred to Ayaka Maeda that she was likely starting to get old until she set out towards Cat Street today. Should a twenty year old be lurking around a colorful spot for teenagers? The actual answer to that was that it depends.
What -was- she here for? Lunch, primarily. And she would be well on her way to get it, too. Yet, this was Shibuya. Things were never quite how they seemed in life. Aya had been walking through the streets and weaving through different people, before she caught sight of something...odd.
...A strange, noodle-like creature, carrying a scroll, lounging atop a roof. Did people even notice it? Apparently, since the little serpent scurried away quickly after Aya had seen it.
Odd. Perhaps someone else had seen the serpent, perhaps not. Regardless, the lilac-haired girl continued on her quest for noodles. There had to be -some- shop that wasn't too crowded.
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Post by Ruben on Jul 24, 2019 1:24:33 GMT
Ruben watched in disgusted fascination as Kido downed a bowl of ramen in under 10 seconds, he wasn't the only one surprised and disgusted, yet intrigued. Meiyoaru was on Kidos other side and had the same expression on his face.
Both watched as Kido gave a burp and slam the bowl down "ANOTHER PLEASE!" the holo suit wearing digimon shouted, kicking his legs back and forth
"Ototo!, slow down, you'll choke if you eat that fast!" Meiyoaru exclaimed as he watched his little brother get another bowl and down that one too.
"BUUTTTT NIIIISSSANNNNNN!!!!"
"DONT NISSAN ME!"
Ruben chuckled sheepishly with a sweat drop, his partners were pretty funny, especially when they went out together like this. The child had decided to use some of his allowance to treat his partners for the hard work they do at the family Koi farm. Of course no one knew they were digimon thanks to the Holo suits. They just applied for a job there with the help of Ruben and Rubens father hired them soon after.
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Post by Rai Ryuichi on Jul 25, 2019 18:15:24 GMT
A teen with black hair and leaf-green eyes, wearing a slightly over-sized blue hoodie walked in carrying a unusually heavy looking backpack in his hand. He sat down on a stool, and put his backpack on the floor by his feet. He wore patently apathetic and indifferent expression. The backpack squirmed ever so slightly as if something inside was settling. A teen with black hair and leaf-green eyes walked in carrying a unusually heavy looking backpack. He sat down on a stool, and put his backpack on the floor by his feet, and... something inside it briefly seemed to squirm... or settle? "I smell digimon...!" loudly whispered a small, excited child-like voice from the backpack. The boy didn't even look down at the bag, lightly kicking it instead. "Of course you do... hush." he whispered back, not even seeming interested in the idea of more things like Little-Y2K being around. He ordered a large bowl of udon and waited, not really sparing the other customers a glance.
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