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Post by Marshal North on Apr 4, 2016 21:02:53 GMT
Marshal had been walking with Takahiro for quite a while. His arms were starting to get tired from carrying Coronamon everywhere. Maybe this plan wasn't going to work out as well as he thought. He had gotten a few strange looks from people along the way, but nothing that would raise too much suspicion.
"Are we close?" Marshal grunted to Takahiro, Coronamon beginning to slip through his arms. "Mistakes may have been made."
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Apr 7, 2016 23:19:41 GMT
"...Totally s-saw this coming," Takahiro sighs. He leads the way across the street, up to a very...plain looking office building near some large bushes. You'd never guess it was connected to Digimon from the outside. He leads the way inside to a rather plain looking reception area, and goes over to talk quietly to the receptionist. She hands him a stack of papers, and he heads through a door, beckoning Marshal to follow.
He leads the way to an...interview room of sorts, and sits down. Nowhere else to sit, really. He sets down the paper in two neat little piles. One for registering Coronamon, and one as a DATS application. "T-Take your time, and r-read them through,"
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Post by Marshal North on Apr 8, 2016 6:49:33 GMT
Marshal sighed as he realized what he was getting himself into. He started filling out the paperwork to register Coronamon, but hardly got into it before he started complaining. "Coronamon, you're the boring one here, you should be doing this!"
"Gee, I'd sure love to," Coronamon grinned, "but I don't know how to write!"
Marshal groaned loudly as he slowly wrote down all the information he needed to fill out on the registration. Even though he had complained about it, it didn't even take that long. Now for the real reason they were here. The application. Marshal began to tear into it with a renewed vigor.
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