MPC 30/ No Longer in Hiding
Apr 7, 2016 0:49:47 GMT
Post by Marshal North on Apr 7, 2016 0:49:47 GMT
Well, the secret was finally out. All these months that Marshal had spent hiding Coronamon, and someone had let the existence of Digimon slip. Well, at least he didn’t have to put in all the effort of carrying Coronamon everywhere. Not only was he a little difficult to carry in Rookie form, Marshal was always getting embarrassed from carrying what appeared to be a stuffed animal everywhere. He was 17, for god’s sake!
Finally, Marshal had the chance to go around with Coronamon in the real world and just have a decent time. They had a relaxing day in the park, where other Tamers were just chilling out with their Digimon. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it Coronamon?” he asked his Digimon.
“I couldn’t agree more with you,” Coronamon replied. For once, it seemed like the little Rookie was glad to not have any real responsibilities. It felt like they had been going between the two worlds non-stop since they met. “The real world’s climate seems to be way more stable than the Digital World.”
“I don’t know about that,” Marshal said, chuckling. “There’s a place halfway across the world where it’s probably snowing right now. Granted, it’s not quite as volatile as the Digital World can be at times, but there are still some pretty big variables.”
“I see,” Coronamon muttered. It felt like he was sitting there trying to process what Marshal had told him. Marshal wondered how Digimon's thought processes worked. Maybe it was similar to how a computer worked? “There are a lot of things about the real world that I don’t know about yet, I suppose.”
“That’s ok,” Marshal told his partner. “I’ll teach you about the real world if you teach me more about the Digital World!”
It seemed like the relationship between Tamer and Digimon was more than just fighting alongside each other. Marshal realized in that moment that it was almost like taking care of a child, or maybe more like a really smart pet.
“Sounds like a deal,” Coronamon said, smiling at his Tamer. As much as he hated to admit it, Coronamon really enjoyed these times with Marshal where they’d just relax without all the pressure of being a Tamer. Maybe it didn’t hurt to take a breather every now and then. Coronamon was suddenly reminded of the time he had basically dragged Marshal, Maia, and Kuu through the desert just to find some silly artifact that would let him Digivolve. He wondered if any of them would resent him for it.
“Hey, are you alive in there?” Marshal asked. Coronamon was jolted back to reality. “We have a lot of stuff to do today. Luckily, DATS work has been increasingly sparse, so we can take care of all the chores Mom asked us to do.”
“Wow, what’s gotten into you?” Coronamon wondered. Ever since the two of them had met, Marshal had never once felt up to lifting a finger to do anything in the real world, let alone something as trivial and annoying as chores. “Since when do you want to do chores?”
“Well, you know, it’s a lot easier to do stuff when you have an extra pair of hands,” Marshal answered, giving his Digimon a cheesy grin.
Coronamon sighed. “Of course, nothing ever is as it seems with you.” The pair got up and went around town, doing all the shopping Marshal’s mother had asked them to do. It was nice for Marshal to walk around the streets of Shibuya without having to carry Coronamon like a stuffed animal. Occasionally, people would stop and talk to Coronamon, which was totally okay. Many people were extremely curious about Digimon, since it was still a pretty new thing.
When they had finished, it was starting to get dark out. Marshal and Coronamon made it home right as the sun was setting. Marshal’s mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner as the two of them walked in. “Hey, boys!” she called when she heard the door open. “Did you guys have a nice day at the park?”
“We sure did,” Marshal said, grinning as he walked into the kitchen. “We even got all the chores that you asked done!” He dropped all the shopping bags on the table and went over to give his mother a hug.
“Oh!” his mother gasped, shocked that Marshal had actually done something productive for once. “I suppose Coronamon had something to do with it?”
“Let’s just say it probably wouldn’t have been done if I hadn’t been there,” Coronamon confessed. Marshal tried desperately to stop Coronamon from talking, but it didn’t work.
Marshal’s mother smiled as the two of them wrestled a bit. It had taken her some time to adjust to Coronamon hanging around openly in the house, but quickly accepted him as one of the family. “I must say, Coronamon, ever since Marshal met you he’s been so much happier here. I honestly can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for him.”
“It’s nothing, really,” Coronamon assured her. “If anything, I’m happier with him with me. I’ve learned so much being with him.” Marshal looked over at his partner and smiled. He was so happy that Coronamon was able to be accepted as a part of the family so readily. After a little bit, Marshal realized that his dad hadn't met Coronamon yet.
“Hey, is Dad going to be back tonight?” Marshal asked his mother. It had been quite some time since Marshal's father had been home. It seemed that he was away for extremely extended periods of time, and when he was home he never really spoke about where he
“Doesn’t look like it,” Mom answered, somewhat disappointed. “I guess that means he’s missing out on some great spaghetti. Let’s dig in!” She brought three bowls of spaghetti over to the table and the three of them gathered around to eat some delicious supper. When they were done, Marshal and his mother did the dishes and Coronamon sat at the table and thought heavily about what Marshal’s mother had said to him. He wondered just how much of a difference he had made in Marshal’s life.
Once everything had been finished up, Marshal and Coronamon went upstairs to bed. After laying in silence for a while, Marshal finally spoke up. “My mom’s right, you know,” he told Coronamon. “Everything feels so much better with you around, Coronamon. Ever since we moved here, it’s been rough. It’s hard for me to make friends, since I don’t speak the language as well as anyone else at school. Then, I met you, and because of you I made all those friends in the Digital World, like Maia and Joseph. None of this would be possible if you weren’t here, Coronamon. Thank you so much.” With that, Marshal fell asleep, and Coronamon smiled, realizing that no matter what, the two of them would always be there for each other.
(Bits, if you please!)
Finally, Marshal had the chance to go around with Coronamon in the real world and just have a decent time. They had a relaxing day in the park, where other Tamers were just chilling out with their Digimon. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it Coronamon?” he asked his Digimon.
“I couldn’t agree more with you,” Coronamon replied. For once, it seemed like the little Rookie was glad to not have any real responsibilities. It felt like they had been going between the two worlds non-stop since they met. “The real world’s climate seems to be way more stable than the Digital World.”
“I don’t know about that,” Marshal said, chuckling. “There’s a place halfway across the world where it’s probably snowing right now. Granted, it’s not quite as volatile as the Digital World can be at times, but there are still some pretty big variables.”
“I see,” Coronamon muttered. It felt like he was sitting there trying to process what Marshal had told him. Marshal wondered how Digimon's thought processes worked. Maybe it was similar to how a computer worked? “There are a lot of things about the real world that I don’t know about yet, I suppose.”
“That’s ok,” Marshal told his partner. “I’ll teach you about the real world if you teach me more about the Digital World!”
It seemed like the relationship between Tamer and Digimon was more than just fighting alongside each other. Marshal realized in that moment that it was almost like taking care of a child, or maybe more like a really smart pet.
“Sounds like a deal,” Coronamon said, smiling at his Tamer. As much as he hated to admit it, Coronamon really enjoyed these times with Marshal where they’d just relax without all the pressure of being a Tamer. Maybe it didn’t hurt to take a breather every now and then. Coronamon was suddenly reminded of the time he had basically dragged Marshal, Maia, and Kuu through the desert just to find some silly artifact that would let him Digivolve. He wondered if any of them would resent him for it.
“Hey, are you alive in there?” Marshal asked. Coronamon was jolted back to reality. “We have a lot of stuff to do today. Luckily, DATS work has been increasingly sparse, so we can take care of all the chores Mom asked us to do.”
“Wow, what’s gotten into you?” Coronamon wondered. Ever since the two of them had met, Marshal had never once felt up to lifting a finger to do anything in the real world, let alone something as trivial and annoying as chores. “Since when do you want to do chores?”
“Well, you know, it’s a lot easier to do stuff when you have an extra pair of hands,” Marshal answered, giving his Digimon a cheesy grin.
Coronamon sighed. “Of course, nothing ever is as it seems with you.” The pair got up and went around town, doing all the shopping Marshal’s mother had asked them to do. It was nice for Marshal to walk around the streets of Shibuya without having to carry Coronamon like a stuffed animal. Occasionally, people would stop and talk to Coronamon, which was totally okay. Many people were extremely curious about Digimon, since it was still a pretty new thing.
When they had finished, it was starting to get dark out. Marshal and Coronamon made it home right as the sun was setting. Marshal’s mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner as the two of them walked in. “Hey, boys!” she called when she heard the door open. “Did you guys have a nice day at the park?”
“We sure did,” Marshal said, grinning as he walked into the kitchen. “We even got all the chores that you asked done!” He dropped all the shopping bags on the table and went over to give his mother a hug.
“Oh!” his mother gasped, shocked that Marshal had actually done something productive for once. “I suppose Coronamon had something to do with it?”
“Let’s just say it probably wouldn’t have been done if I hadn’t been there,” Coronamon confessed. Marshal tried desperately to stop Coronamon from talking, but it didn’t work.
Marshal’s mother smiled as the two of them wrestled a bit. It had taken her some time to adjust to Coronamon hanging around openly in the house, but quickly accepted him as one of the family. “I must say, Coronamon, ever since Marshal met you he’s been so much happier here. I honestly can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for him.”
“It’s nothing, really,” Coronamon assured her. “If anything, I’m happier with him with me. I’ve learned so much being with him.” Marshal looked over at his partner and smiled. He was so happy that Coronamon was able to be accepted as a part of the family so readily. After a little bit, Marshal realized that his dad hadn't met Coronamon yet.
“Hey, is Dad going to be back tonight?” Marshal asked his mother. It had been quite some time since Marshal's father had been home. It seemed that he was away for extremely extended periods of time, and when he was home he never really spoke about where he
“Doesn’t look like it,” Mom answered, somewhat disappointed. “I guess that means he’s missing out on some great spaghetti. Let’s dig in!” She brought three bowls of spaghetti over to the table and the three of them gathered around to eat some delicious supper. When they were done, Marshal and his mother did the dishes and Coronamon sat at the table and thought heavily about what Marshal’s mother had said to him. He wondered just how much of a difference he had made in Marshal’s life.
Once everything had been finished up, Marshal and Coronamon went upstairs to bed. After laying in silence for a while, Marshal finally spoke up. “My mom’s right, you know,” he told Coronamon. “Everything feels so much better with you around, Coronamon. Ever since we moved here, it’s been rough. It’s hard for me to make friends, since I don’t speak the language as well as anyone else at school. Then, I met you, and because of you I made all those friends in the Digital World, like Maia and Joseph. None of this would be possible if you weren’t here, Coronamon. Thank you so much.” With that, Marshal fell asleep, and Coronamon smiled, realizing that no matter what, the two of them would always be there for each other.
(Bits, if you please!)
