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A Home For Two Hearts To Lie (Syre)
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Post by Cion on Jul 24, 2020 19:33:16 GMT
As to be expected, since it was natural for the vulpine sentinel to do so, she observed her 'target' attentively. Even through the affectionate badinage and acts of fondness, her aureate eyes never ceased to behold the comely frame of her dearly beloved. The way her onyx hair briefly straightened up from surprise, her initial stuttering, the lack of words... they painted a well-defined picture. Despite the candor, had she perhaps overdone it? Admittedly, she had not engaged in more intimate romantic playfulness for quite some time, but surely she had not lost her panache, had she? Fortunately, the pleasing truth became crystal clear.
Again savoring the gentle yet firm touch of her darling, Cion's cheeky smirk faded for a slightly dreamy smile as she leaned into her. The vocalized affirmation of their personal and innermost desires was unadulterated catharsis to her soul and spirit. Though it was true that their bond had blossomed out far quicker than many others, it nonetheless gleamed with the radiance of unquestionable affection. So why hesitate and act in accordance with uncertainty? They only had to gain from opening themselves fully to the other. It was the dream of a relationship turned into reality by their own hands, hence they had earned the right to savor it to the fullest extent.
"Splendid." The silver fennec responded with an equally as warm voice as she soon felt the tips of Syre's claws graze her shoulder. It was maybe strange that this deed of minor violence charmed her, but to her sensing the power and intentness of her partner was an utmost treat. Gladly following the invitation with sanitary articles at hand, she had little skips in her stride. Evidently and openly, her core was glowing with anticipation and elation. Care was inherent to a mammalian digimon such as herself after all!
"I'm allusive, but also accommodating, hun. We were forworn anyway. Besides... you were not wrong about the allure of morning showers." She teased back as her gaze fell upon the sizable bathroom, eager to relish a most wonderful experience. Grinning jubilantly, she cast her short scarf aside and gently nudged the handsome feline's snub nose with the tip of a finger. "Don't forget to take off the gloves, tihi."
The summer sun shone brightly above the seemingly eternal vista of Terminus, engulfed in the elegancy of an azure sky. The mild heat of this season was thankfully alleviated by the occasional breeze that whizzed past the duo's nearly glistening fur. A perpetually rapt smile adorned the fox's muzzle as she sat face to face with an uniquely special someone she cherished deeply. Although the streets were indeed bustling as they had anticipated, the sight she had at her disposal to enjoy was claiming the majority of her focus. And as copious as the ordered breakfast table was, it was not it that she was enchanted by.
Prim and exuberantly happy, her thoughts were often overwhelmed by the lingering sentiment of pure bliss. Grooming, among plenty of other activities, was simply a marvelous display of fondness. Hopefully, her sweetheart appreciated her silky smooth hair she had combed so thoroughly. Chuckling with glee, her eyes rarely shifted to take a peek at their extensive yet incomplete list. So much to do, but she certainly was excited for it. Ultimately, it meant spending time with Syre - the best kind of leisure.
Sighing quietly yet blissfully, Cion's lips briefly separated to welcome a fork of finely sliced sausage and scrambled eggs. Allowing her sense of taste an additional treat, she wondered in between silent chews what her dearest was thinking. Of course she could only imagine.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jul 28, 2020 22:40:37 GMT
Past the slight surprise of being caught off-guard by her beloved, Syre couldn't think of anything better at the moment. Emboldened by Cion's allure, the BlackGatomon found herself giving a smirk, showing a fang as Cion cast the scarf aside.
"True - last night, I was far too tired to do anything but cuddle up to you." The feline would roll her shoulders, working to get her gloves off as the fox walked on by. They would fall right next to Cion's scarf, and the fox would soon feel the rough, bare pads of Syre's palms against her shoulders.
"Mmm..." In the later hours of the morning, when Terminus was still in the full stride of the work week, it wasn't hard to slip into a nice cafe - a rare bit of homeliness outside of the scarce environment offered by the more luxurious apartments. The smell of well-brewed coffee hung pleasantly in the air, and for the two darlings sitting just inside, it might as well have been bliss.
Well, granted, it had been a while since Syre had actually felt this clean. Showers were one thing, but a good brush down her back was a rare treat, as was using such decadent conditioner. For at least the next few hours, Syre felt as fresh as a morning pastry, and she had the feenec across from her to thank for it - one she of course returned the favor to, straightening out the many little knots that could form from day-to-day activity. Taking another sip of her coffee, the BlackGatomon found her gaze settled on Cion, a smile on her lips as she leaned back in her chair.
"... Still had to believe this is all real." The cat's tone was a half-mutter. "Would just be easy to slip into a routine like this and enjoy all the splendor of Terminus - but I'm do back with the Knights by tomorrow, and then its back on patrol."
Well, it wasn't as grave as it might have sounded. Syre would, of course, have a nice home to return to, and would have plenty of time with her darling - such was the purpose of this move to begin with - but the leisurely side of this was already oh-so-tempting!
Still, Syre kept her 'complaint', as much as it was, at that: Cion likely had her own similar 'conflicts', even if it didn't relate to a particular team.
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Post by Cion on Jul 30, 2020 15:20:21 GMT
"I believe it." Cion responded with a seldomly witnessed lack of deliberateness and open elation. With a grin that bordered both her cheeks, she nodded confidently and briefly released her cutlery to clap slaphappily. Syre of all people knew that behind her thick facade of poise and grace lingered gnawing uncertainty and skepticism. Evidently however, since she had turned away from the reflection of her past, their most wonderful bond was no longer entwined with her cautiousness. She enjoyed the marvelous bliss it begot unadulteratedly, visibly looking forward to any sense of delight and challenge they would face together.
Nonetheless, a life consisting entirely of serenity and leisure was not wholly fulfilling either. Pursuing a noble vocation, such as preserving or enhancing the status quo as they did, was necessary for the soul's and mind's fulfillment. The onyx feline was part of her mother's knighthood, while she counseled a well-meaning lad who was clearly over his head - impressively so. "Where will you patrol?" The silver fennec asked inquisitively with a slight hint of premature longing in her voice. Fortunately, unlike many gentlewomen, she had no reason to be concerned for her darling's safety. She undoubtedly was a formidable sentinel.
Softly scratching her cheek after taking in another bite of those fantastically spiced scrambed eggs, she was not quite sure about what to add to this conversation. Certainly her dearly beloved had payed attention yesterday during negotiations. "My little diplomatic mission won't take place this week, so... I guess I'll emblaze our home while you are gone. I was thinking - landscape paintings, a few bookshelves that collect dust, maybe a fish tank to tease you..." She stated, naturally with a cheeky chuckle escaping her lips towards the end.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 2, 2020 19:13:01 GMT
"Oh, let me have my moment, hun."
Syre teased at that, returning that grin as she moved to take another bite. Perhaps 'hard to believe' was a bit of an over-exaggeration, but it was definitely a new, content, comfortable feeling that Syre hadn't had the privilege of having before. To be content and happy with another, and to want to give as much, emotionally, as she wanted to receive from the fennec across from her. But alas, they couldn't just stay in this blissful 'bubble' forever.
"Mm... my patrol is the Eastern Timberlands - namely, the thick forest area just a bit outside of Rosewood." The feline actually had a fair amount of interest in her voice at the topic: "The Knights both patrol and handle odd-jobs and the like to help out where they can. In particular, I'm helping to keep an eye on a population of invasive mushrooms - honestly, trying to keep them from spreading in a gigantic wet environment perfect for growing them, without hurting the forest, is a chore and a half of its own. But as of late we've manage to keep it contained and get it out of any private property."
"Just a matter of getting rid of the rest of it, and not let it become a mainstay of the region. Its spores are incredibly toxic for insect-type Digimon... and if they go, something else in the forest would break, and - well, domino effect." Syre wasn't a botanist or a scientist, so that was really the best she could explain it.
As for the abode itself? Syre nodded a bit at Cion's ideas, and added her own: "If you're doing landscapes, I like night vistas and sunsets. Really, anything with a lot of dark orange or purples... and, a fish tank?" Syre blinked, an embarrassed blush crossing her cheeks. "... I have some self control with that, I'll let you know! But... maybe a window plant is a better idea..."
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Post by Cion on Aug 2, 2020 19:54:19 GMT
Cion could not help herself to have a little chuckle at Syre's slightly dreamy response. Of course she allowed her darling to have this moment of yearning, and naturally she recognized that statement as the jest that it was. Nonetheless, she understood that the onyx feline was likely overwhelmed, if not somewhat bemused, by the new experiences and sentiments they shared. For a young soul, this was perfectly understandable. Equally as perspicuous were the silver fennec's poise and placidity. A bond so innermost and incomparable was not entirely novel to her. However, this certainly did not diminish the unadulterated affection she felt for her dearly beloved.
Speaking of which, it was intriguing to finally hear something from the occupation she pursued as a knight. Displaying her inquisitiveness with peaked ears, the unassuming fox was glad to learn that the area of Rosewood was under their protection. Such a nouveau piece of civilization was fortunate to receive as many helping hands as possible. It without doubt was a town she was quite fond of, but she nevertheless comprehended that its development was still in progress. Anyhow... to know it was save from some sort of fungal infestation put her mind at rest.
"Perhaps a cordyceps? I hope it does not turn digimons into zombiemons." The vulpine lady gagged nonchalantly, undoubtedly in reference to a formerly cherished franchise - but polarizing opinions and points of view were nothing they needed on this lovely summer forenoon. Neither did she want to play down the problem and insult insectoids, but... it was difficult staying serious and focused when she had this ravishingly beautiful and amiable cat in front of her. Sighing, she softly shook her head and shifted her attention to their home as well. It was a far more pleasant topic anyway.
Fortunately, they agreed immediately. Cion too had a preference for dawns, dusks and nights. Their natural radiance was unparalleled, and her marginally developed instincts as a mammalian predator allured her to favor these times of day. Apparently, at least that was what she concluded from Syre's pronounced blush, fish had a similarly enticing effect on her. "No you didn't... ... did you?" She asked with a whimsical smile adorning her snout. Almost snorting with laughter, her aureate eyes briefly fell on their finely prepared, opulent breakfast. "Like... raw? Alive? In one bite?" She chaffed her further.
Though keeping indoor plants in mind, this subject was of infinitely greater interest to her. Hence she leaned forward with her head resting on her paws, gazing unceasingly at the comely, candid felidae. Oh... their relationships was going to be marvelous.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 5, 2020 4:34:58 GMT
In all honesty, her patrol alone made it tempting to set their abode in Rosewood. In the long term, though, the BlackGatomon preferred the hustle and bustle of the city over the more 'serene', yet lonely, abodes out in Rosewood. She obviously still cared for the place, though, to put so much time and effort into trying to defend them from such an invasive problem.
"... Unfortunately, you kinda hit the nail on the head with that one, hun." Syre sighed, shaking her head at the thought. "Its a repulsive but effective way to spread: one unchecked infection can cause a whole new swath of the forest to be wrought with it. And its not something so easily fixed with healing." The fungus itself was alive, after all - anything that could heal the body could also benefit the infection. For now, Syre preferred to push that thought to the back of her head.
... Which honestly wasn't hard to do when Syre went teasing like that! "S-sheesh... n-nothing like that, hun." Syre shook her head! "But Holly and I did a lot of fishing when we were younger. Sometimes it all comes back home, and sometimes we just had a little campfire off the shore. And nothing wrong with sushi, either..."
Sheesh! Syre was surprised that she didn't stammer through that whole thing!
"... T-that aside," the cat gave a cough, "you mentioned something about a diplomatic mission? What's all that about?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 5, 2020 15:50:09 GMT
Oh... it seemed as if the endeavor the knights faced was not something to take lightly. It was a rarity for Cion to see her darling with such a somber voice and serious expression, but due to Syre's candor she knew how sincere both were. She of course trusted her to stay safe and do everything in her power to thwart the fungal parasite, but she was nonetheless concerned over her well-being. What life partner did not for the other? However, it truly was better to cast this subject aside. After all, their togetherness was meant to be beaming with harmonious bliss.
With a cheeky grin directed towards her dearly beloved, the silver fennec was initially slightly disappointed that the onyx feline did not seem to be the ferocious apex predator that she had believed her to be. Oh what a waste of her razor-sharp, ivory and above all awe-inspiring fangs. Not that a mere aquarium fish even needed them, but... oh well, she was digressing with her raptorial woolgathering.
Softly shaking her head, she instead focused on the marvelous childhood tale that her sweetie pie was sharing with her. "Fishing and self-made sushi, hmm? Why that sounds lovely! I'd be happy to enjoy this with you as well." The petite fox stated kindly and implicitly offered just in the case that the comely felidae wished to share this experience. It certainly sounded like a wonderful time, and there were definitely innumerable activities they still had to savor together - so why not add one more to their list?
Nevertheless, given the BlackGatomon's open-heartedness, the vulpine lady was glad to gain the chance to respond to the question posed. It was a bizarre and likely unimportant affair, but she was not shy to spill the beans. She had not signed a nondisclosure agreement, so why not talk about it to someone she trusted wholeheartedly? "In Folder Desert, a technologically advanced civilization has emerged out of seemingly nothing and nowhere. It is inhabited by synthetic digimons, and accompanied by some sort of metal obelisk akin to the legendary tower of babel. Your knighthood might be interested in that one, too."
"Anyway, Whitewater wishes to negotiate with them for there are disputes over territory, which is why they hired me and others as neutral mediators. Should be rather easy for me, and I don't say no to the absurdly high remuneration of 50 grand - especially with the prospect of future contracts of equal or higher performance-linked wages."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 6, 2020 13:37:39 GMT
Indeed, it was a dangerous task - but from what Syre knew of Cion, the fennec herself was not one to shy away from such situations. As beautiful as this world was, it was just as dangerous around every turn, whether it was the Demon Lords or that infernal Wisemon, or whatever other threat was just around the corner. Regardless of the difficulty, though...
... This was a paradise worth protecting.
A paradise that apparently involved teasing a cat over her potential carnivorous love for fish! "Heh, we'll have to runt a boat for it sometime - or, just fish right off the pier in Whitewater, or something." She could picture it now: a nice, long lazy day with the fennec by her side, swearing at the occasional snapped line and briefly wondering why they don't just Digivolve and snap the fish from right under the water.
She notched that on her mental list, ear flicking as Cion explained her 'diplomatic mission'. A new civilization just appeared out in the middle of the desert? If Syre wasn't in an organization meant to keep the peace in the Digital World, that bit of news would have caught her off-guard! "Ah, right! Yeah, the Knights are aware, and I think we have a group deployed out to check out... something." The feline closed her eyes for a moment, trying to recall exactly what it was. "Maybe investigating the tower itself... unfortunately, that kind of stuff can even get internally confidential. Still."
The feline mulled it over: "Its... interesting. Mechanical Digimon really don't have a place to call entirely their own. They seem to get along well in Terminus and there's a few as part of a defense force in Luminas, but other than that, there's not any place that largely suits their own needs. Still, the way this came about is quite absurd, if you ask me - a tower out of nowhere?"
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Post by Cion on Aug 6, 2020 15:11:40 GMT
Was this world a paradise, and was it truly worth protecting? If Cion had deeper insight into her darling's line of thought and reasoning then perhaps she would have taken the time to contemplate this fundamental question... again. As it stood, she was not too sure, although these days she had almost completely ceased to think about it, unlike a mere year ago where this topic had claimed every fiber of her being. Fortunately, thanks to a cherished friend, she had realized that her relentless pursuit of perfection only led to her agony. This was why she had relinquished her blind, burning ambitions.
However, this did not mean that the vulpine sentinel was carrying herself with apathy. After all, she was taking on vital missions from her clients which often facilitated commonweal and peace. Additionally, she was counseling a passionate lad who sought to improve the relations between humans and digimons. And this was more than enough dedication from a single contributor. She knew that she would never change the digital realm by herself, nor was it necessary, but improving it ever so slightly with each day that passed... was ample and satisfactory.
And as unbearably slow as progress seemed to the witness of ages, and as unjustifiable the suffering of many innocent souls was... if Syre abode by it, then Cion's support would be as her love for her - absolute and unconditional.
Though these topics were better left for serious debates, not casual banter during late breakfast. And who would the silver fennec be if she did not tease the comely felidae for her totally non-existent, clearly not amusingly stereotypical, carnivorous languor for fish? "Let's set the details later." She suggested nonchalantly, nonetheless looking forward to this undoubtedly delightful experience. Admittedly, she had not yet wielded a fishing-rod, but how hard could that be? Similar to the BlackGatomon, her imagination ran wild from pleasant anticipation.
With the final subject claiming most of their attention, it was not a surprise to the unassuming fox to learn that the knighthood was aware of the recently emerged, potentially hostile civilization. Naturally, she understood the confidentiality of their self-imposed duties, hence she did not impugn her sweetie pie's taciturnity. The last thing she wanted was for her to get in trouble due to childlike curiosity. Nevertheless, this endeavor was definitely something some might call 'interesting'. "Absurd and illegitimate, if not eliciting belligerence. Hopefully, common ground can be found before it comes to further conflicts. Still... I wonder whence this obelisk came, and what power it harbors. If it's anything like the Icon of Sin... perish the thought."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 9, 2020 23:54:49 GMT
What was a paradise, but what these two decided to make of it?
That kind of thought was probably beyond Syre at the moment, but the two definitely had their hand in trying to protect and better the world, in their own ways - whether it be through assisting forest-wide botany or going up against Demon Lords. It was that latter topic that made the feline shudder a bit, setting down her silverware as she mulled it over.
"... Thankfully, it doesn't appear that much came from those incidents overall. On that front, if it were to just stay that way, I would be a very happy kitten." Still, the fennec had a valid-enough concern. "Considering how it popped up, I have to wonder if the machines and the tower being there are related, or if its simply a matter of them being the first to take advantage of it? Hm... either way, the politics about it are enough to put anyone on knife's edge."
And Syre hardly knew enough about the politics behind it to make a strong opinion about anything about it. So, Syre would pick up her coffee, give a small sip, and nod towards her darling. "I know you'll do whatever you have to, of course. But keep in mind that, even if those who took the tower did it through illegitimate means, they may very well have legitimate reason for doing so. We hardly have enough information at this point to know the full story behind it all, anyway..."
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Post by Cion on Aug 10, 2020 14:40:40 GMT
Within her mind, Syre constructed a simple yet crucial question that served as an answer to the doubts and concerns of not only them but most people on this and the other side. It was a realization that few seemed to comprehend, but once understood it granted the opportunity to transcend discontent and strife. In almost all cases, suffering was not imposed by fate, but by another - often leading to an unnecessary and pointless cycle of insatiable retribution. Ironically, Daemon was among the handful who recognized this fundamental truth, but if it acted in accordance with it was unclear as of today.
Ultimately, there was no point in contemplating these dark thoughts, for solely time was bound to reveal its truths. And if not feasible for everyone in this realm, then Cion was at least beaming with the fervent passion to make the life of her dearly beloved as paradisiacal as she could. After all, every moment that she witnessed her bliss she would experience it as well. Such was their bond of innermost affection. No matter what challenges awaited them in the near or distant future, the silver fennec was unhesitant to face them for their sake. Somehow, she knew that the onyx feline felt the same.
And one of those trials was patiently waiting for her. As grave as the fungal plague seemed, the potential scourge that the machines and their steel obelisk potentially were was not to be underestimated either. They had already proven themselves to be interlopers, so hopefully they were not violent criminals that required her swift blade of justice. Maintaining peace in these trying times was what her employers preferred - a sentiment she agreed with. Nonetheless, she did not tolerate a policy of appeasement. History was the witness of the consequences of this kind of trepidation.
"Evils attendant on war. If anything, this world finally needs respite from the many previous incidents." The small fox stated calmly, evidently in agreement with her partner. They lacked the answers to unveil the true nature of the gray spire, but the tomorrow that they aspired towards was crystal clear to them. Sighing, she continued her savory dish as her sweetheart enjoyed her cup of coffee. Naturally, it was with peaked ears that she paid heed to the voiced advice.
"Never fear. I shall act with patience and open-mindedness. I promise that force will be the last straw, if Whitewater even considers it. Besides... you should be quite familiar with my silver tongue, hun." She vowed, concluding with a jest that alluded to their previous interactions. Cion was highly convincing, was she not? TIhi...
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 12, 2020 22:16:34 GMT
If there was one honest critique Syre could give about Cion, it would be that - despite her impressive, formal candor - her beloved could be somewhat brash, at least in her words. Granted, Syre wasn't the best on this front - it was next to impossible to try and get the full picture when it came to action or blows, and one often has to rely on their gut - but it was still something important to keep in check.
When you try and rush to the answer, and think you know everything... life finds a way to rip that right out from under your feet.
Syre knew that truth from the incident in the crystal forest, and Cion might have seen at least a glimpse of it with her spar against Daemon. To hear that Cion considered violence the last option brought a grin to the BlackGatomon's face. "Oh, you know just what to say at certain times, hun. And sometimes, they're words I've only heard once, twice, or not at all." The cat started to move away from the more serious subjects, just giving a jesting jab at the fennec's rather verbose way of speaking. Through that tense talk, the cat had managed to make it the rest of the way through her breakfast, the feline taking a moment to take her last sip of coffee.
"Hm... I thought it might be a bit dark with the outer wall, but..." Syre found herself looking to the street just outside the cafe. Yes, the 'imposing' wall surrounding the city did cast a shadow right at the edge, but the road outside seemed nicely lit... and busy! What was this, at this hour of the morning? For Syre, it seemed just right, but the cat worried just a bit that this setting might not completely suit the fox!
"Seems like we're not the only early risers!"
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Post by Cion on Aug 13, 2020 18:52:48 GMT
Did Cion actually have a brash edge to her soul? Without doubt, the answer was that she indeed had. It was a rarity that it emerged from deep within her, for it was often hidden behind her candor and grace which were becoming to a lady. However, when she was comfortable among those she cherished, or once she was close to obtaining victory, her mannerisms had a tendency to fade for a charming amount of cheekiness. Around Syre, she always experienced glee, and the two of them clearly were unwound individuals who did not intend to impose a certain code of conduct on others.
Nonetheless, she understood that her attitude was flawed. Sometimes, she was holier-than-thou, inclement and overzealous to achieve her goals. She did not consider these traits of hers dominant, but she nevertheless had grown more aware of them ever since facing Daemon and her most wonderful dialogue with a young, benign lad. If nothing else, perhaps her dearly beloved could help her to become a better person! It was never too late to learn after all, and who but a chivalrous knight was qualified in granting her a helping hand? Time was bound to tell...
For now, their interactions were filled with laughter and bliss. Welcoming the onyx feline's ivory grin of joy, her playful taunt made the silver fennec pout kittenishly. "Deeds speak louder than words anyway. Why do you think I want to kiss you so often, hun?" She asked rhetorically which a chuckle, confident that her darling agreed with her. And though it was true that she had a multifaceted vocabulary and tended to speak verbosely, at least she grasped the innuendos and jests she was making. Apparently, her sweetie pie did not do so always, tihi.
Leaning back into her chair with her hands resting on her stuffed tummy, the unassuming fox too let her gaze and mind drift. Terminus was far from an ideal place, a status quo that was almost impossible to change, and this opinion was unlikely to alter in any significant way. But it was fine, and that was okay. They had a lovely home here to call their own, and more than that they had each other. It was their little paradise, and it left her in a state most were seeking in vain - that of contentment.
Cion's ears peaked again upon perceiving Syre's statements. It was difficult for her to find a correct response, aside from stating the facts. "Well... it's summer, so the sun's angle is relatively high for the current hour." She explicated calmly, unsure how to add to her partner's dreaminess. Not that she cared a lot for this metropolis in the grand scheme of things. It was the BlackGatomon's smile that did matter, and for as long as it was on her lips she was happy as well. "Early riser is relative... but you are right. Shall we begin with our shopping tour then... before the stores are cramped with other homemakers?"
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Aug 15, 2020 17:47:52 GMT
Cion, of all people, was poking fun at vocabulary? The way the fennec went about it was enough to put a blush right on Syre's face! "Heh... well, you got that much right. Hell of an example though, love." The cat kept her gaze on Cion's eyes for a few moments longer, before turning her attention, briefly, to the crowds outside.
A well-lit, picturesque, busy city morning. To Syre, there was a certain charm to it, but Syre could easily understand how the traffic and 'density' could get overwhelmed during certain parts of the day. But heck, even then, they were a mere button press, a portal away from seeing any vista of the Digital World that they wanted. Did they want to admire a sunset at the beach, see the glow of a volcano from a distance at night - or perhaps even take a stroll across vast, perhaps-untouched dunes of sand? The world was entirely their oyster, and the city could, if they want, merely be their nexus.
But for now, it was probably a good idea to get a lay of the area around their home! Syre would nod at Cion's sentiment: "We should, we should. Obviously we need to do a healthy grocery trip, as well as handle the furnishings... so it'll be a good idea to just check what's around the city." Once the two had wrapped up at the diner, the two would set out into the 'early morning' streets of the city. Of course, the two had a decent idea of what they wanted to check out - the city grocery, a hardware store, and a few places to pick up furnishings and knickknacks for the apartment - but their path would take them across a good few city blocks, and would lead them to make note of a few other places to check out.
Seafood? Pizza? The street market? With the portal to the human world near the city's center, this place was definitely a melting pot of culture already. But soon, the two would have made their way through a few furniture stores, both finding things that perfectly fit what they needed - and some that were absolutely outlandish that the cat couldn't help but give a chuckle.
Seriously, who made a clock with billiard balls as numbers? Admiring the piece for what it was, Syre looked over her shoulder at the fox. "So much to keep in mind... beginning to think we should have made a list before running all the way out here. Heh..." She didn't sound discouraged, but there was a bit of truth to it - who knew there was so much it would take to get the place 'up and running'?
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Post by Cion on Aug 15, 2020 20:13:15 GMT
"An impeccable example!" Cion responded, a grin of glee adorning her muzzle as a hearty chuckle whizzed past her ivory teeth. Proud that she had once again made her otherwise candid and resolute deary blush with words alone, she leaned back into her chair and took the time to muse about the title she had earned - love - and how marvelous it felt. The notion that, despite her flaws, an individual had chosen her to be their special someone was still something she had to re-familiarize herself with. The fact that it was a person as wonderful as Syre did not make it easier. But she could not have hoped nor dreamed for more or anything else.
Yet, as stupendous as the little paradise they had forged was, they were far from finished bringing it to as close to perfection as possible. They needed groceries so they would be able to enjoy what their kitchen had to offer, and their various other rooms required filler material to grant it color and a sense of coziness. The sooner they got their tasks done the better, which fortunately was a sentiment that her darling agreed with. And since they had eaten up their breakfast, there was nothing left to stop them. "Let's go then!"
It was at a steady yet comfortable pace that the lovely duo traversed the innumerable streets and alleys of Terminus - or rather the civic district that they called their home. Uncountable stores and services came into view, many of which certainly were worth remembering for a later day. Everything that one was capable of imagining, even the most exotic, was represented and commercialized in some form. Scarcity was definitively not a challenge they were bound to suffer in the near future. This did not mean that all was practical though.
At least that ridiculous device, apparently meant for tracking the current hour, entertained her dearly beloved. Scratching her chin with an expression of amused confusion, she was confident that such off-wall items did not suit their living room. Thankfully, silence was the consent she had crossed her fingers for. She maintained it and kept her calm, until the comely felidae made a comic faux pas. "We did, silly." Cion corrected her unhesitatingly yet with playful kindness, revealing the list and pen that were floating in front of her chest, engulfed in a faintly iridescent aura.
Taking a step towards her, she giggled and softly nudged the BlackGatomon's stuffed tummy. "Or were you too busy daydreaming of fish to notice?" She continued her cheeky jest, concluding it with a gentle nose kiss. Naturally, the silver fennec was expecting some form of enamored retaliation - the kind that likely involved feline claws and her shoulder. This was of course perfectly acceptable.
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