Following in Grandfather's Steps [Closed]
Jan 26, 2016 4:46:20 GMT
Post by Ren Campbell on Jan 26, 2016 4:46:20 GMT
After a lengthy voyage in the Macro Ocean and what ended up being a harrowing and dangerous venture it was time for some peace and quiet. It was time for a little rest. It was time... for cookies. Delicious, homemade in astonishing quantities, not a lowfat molecule in the whole bunch. Heaven in baked-good form. Also, Ren missed his Grandma. After they docked in port they went back to Terminus City and took the first trailmon back to Earth. It occurred to Ren how odd it was that he found the sight of so many people jarring. He'd gotten used to the Digital World quickly, it seemed.
Grandma's apartment building was much the same as it ever was. Ren walked down the hallway on her floor slowly. He was eager to be there, but still... reaching certain conclusions. "I think I'm going to tell her," he was saying. "About the Digital World. Grandpa, the Ocean Spirits. She should know where I'm disappearing to." He stopped in front of the door, looking nervous and swallowing past the lump in his throat. Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac songs were playing loudly inside. He raised a hand to knock and rapped against it a couple times.
"I wonder if she heard me," he murmured.
Grandma's apartment building was much the same as it ever was. Ren walked down the hallway on her floor slowly. He was eager to be there, but still... reaching certain conclusions. "I think I'm going to tell her," he was saying. "About the Digital World. Grandpa, the Ocean Spirits. She should know where I'm disappearing to." He stopped in front of the door, looking nervous and swallowing past the lump in his throat. Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac songs were playing loudly inside. He raised a hand to knock and rapped against it a couple times.
"I wonder if she heard me," he murmured.