Otherworld Shopping Spree [Galaxmos]
Jul 19, 2020 17:33:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2020 17:33:46 GMT
The streets were bustling with all manners of movement as creatures of all shapes and sizes made their way through their days. And one young woman confidently strode through the sidewalk, waving to passersby and occasionally stopping to chat with a Digimon or two. To anyone from the outside looking in, no one would have guessed that the girl had woken up this morning not far outside from town, completely unaware of the existence of Digimon or the Digital World. And also hung over.
Morphomon had done everything he could to prevent this young woman from coming into contact with anything related to Digimon. Even going so far as to put her to sleep and carry her off from a rather peculiar nightclub-frequenting Piddomon. And yet it seemed that destiny itself had other plans.
Morphomon had long since come to the human world, and even found his destined partner, but wasn't willing to expose her to the dangers of the Digital World. So he simply never decided to meet her. He still felt like he couldn't exactly go back to the Digital World, however, so he got a job at a place the seventeen-year-old couldn't possibly meet him, working as a bartender at a night club. So naturally of all the clubs in Shibuya, she flashed her fake ID and pretty smile past Morphomon's own.
"So, Papi!" The girl spun around to face the floating butterfly Digimon. She didn't even seem remotely bothered by his appearance anymore. "Where are we to be going to getting new clothes? You said that there were shops that sold clothes meant for humans, no?"
Papi... Morphomon was rather indifferent to the name, but for some reason Arissa refused to refer to Morphomon by the name of his species. He was fine with not having a name, but apparently the young woman wasn't. "There's no point in shopping for clothes here," He simply stated. "You should just focus on getting to the Terminal. You can do plenty of clothes-shopping in your world."
"That is not being the point!" Arissa countered. "You have said that this city is being full of interesting creatures, no? I want to meet them, but I want to change out of this outfit and maybe wear something from this world, no?" She gestures to the clothes she wore from the night before. A midnight blue tube top that bared her midriff, a black miniskirt that accentuated her legs, and a pair of heavy black boots that seemed more for function than fashion. She wore no jewelry, save for the blue and gold Digivice that hung off her silver-studded belt.
"I said there were potentially dangerous creatures," Morphomon corrected his face patient and undeterred by her misunderstanding. "I am not a powerful Digimon. Should a higher-level Digimon find your existence unpleasant, there is little I can do to protect you." She walked up to him, her face centimetres away from his floating form. She didn't say anything, instead she just gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. Morphomon tilted his head curiously, and she stepped back with a wink before turning around.
"I should not be offending anyone, then!" She decided. "But first I must change out of these clothes! They are good for making friend at a nightclub, but these are not meant to be worn for long times!" She rubbed her bare shoulders, and Morphomon flew behind her to place his wing-like arms on her shoulders to warm them up.
"It would simply be best if I remained close to you, then," He conceded, causing his partner to let out a mischievous chuckle.
Morphomon had done everything he could to prevent this young woman from coming into contact with anything related to Digimon. Even going so far as to put her to sleep and carry her off from a rather peculiar nightclub-frequenting Piddomon. And yet it seemed that destiny itself had other plans.
Morphomon had long since come to the human world, and even found his destined partner, but wasn't willing to expose her to the dangers of the Digital World. So he simply never decided to meet her. He still felt like he couldn't exactly go back to the Digital World, however, so he got a job at a place the seventeen-year-old couldn't possibly meet him, working as a bartender at a night club. So naturally of all the clubs in Shibuya, she flashed her fake ID and pretty smile past Morphomon's own.
"So, Papi!" The girl spun around to face the floating butterfly Digimon. She didn't even seem remotely bothered by his appearance anymore. "Where are we to be going to getting new clothes? You said that there were shops that sold clothes meant for humans, no?"
Papi... Morphomon was rather indifferent to the name, but for some reason Arissa refused to refer to Morphomon by the name of his species. He was fine with not having a name, but apparently the young woman wasn't. "There's no point in shopping for clothes here," He simply stated. "You should just focus on getting to the Terminal. You can do plenty of clothes-shopping in your world."
"That is not being the point!" Arissa countered. "You have said that this city is being full of interesting creatures, no? I want to meet them, but I want to change out of this outfit and maybe wear something from this world, no?" She gestures to the clothes she wore from the night before. A midnight blue tube top that bared her midriff, a black miniskirt that accentuated her legs, and a pair of heavy black boots that seemed more for function than fashion. She wore no jewelry, save for the blue and gold Digivice that hung off her silver-studded belt.
"I said there were potentially dangerous creatures," Morphomon corrected his face patient and undeterred by her misunderstanding. "I am not a powerful Digimon. Should a higher-level Digimon find your existence unpleasant, there is little I can do to protect you." She walked up to him, her face centimetres away from his floating form. She didn't say anything, instead she just gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. Morphomon tilted his head curiously, and she stepped back with a wink before turning around.
"I should not be offending anyone, then!" She decided. "But first I must change out of these clothes! They are good for making friend at a nightclub, but these are not meant to be worn for long times!" She rubbed her bare shoulders, and Morphomon flew behind her to place his wing-like arms on her shoulders to warm them up.
"It would simply be best if I remained close to you, then," He conceded, causing his partner to let out a mischievous chuckle.