MPC 33 || Worst Costume Party Ever
Nov 14, 2016 9:12:07 GMT
Post by Maia on Nov 14, 2016 9:12:07 GMT
"But I want to trick or treat! Elliot's candy isn't enough for me! I mean, look at my costu--oof-m!" Halfway through his whining, a partially blue-painted Kudamon promptly fell down the stairs of the Quinn household. With a groan, the Digimon rolled onto his back, and began flailing to reach for his face, "mirror! I need a mirror! Is my horn broken? It took me forever to make it!"
This only ellicited a groan from his tamer, who made her way over to pick up the distressed monster. "You look fine. It's not like anyone else is going to see you, anyway." There was a pause, before she shook her head. "You're not shaped properly to be a Dragonair, anyway. Why didn't you pick a Dratini, if you had to go with this theme? At least you don't need to worry about hitting your forehead, then." Of course, of all the things that a Digimon could go for, Kuu wanted to be a Pokemon.
The Kudamon puffed his cheeks, shifting between the girl's fingers, "don't fat shame me. Body positivity, Maia. Learn it." Well, then! Clearly, his tamer didn't know how to be gentle on the insults! What if she said that to an actual trick-or-treater? That would just be rude! "Plus, I still want to help pass out -- and eat -- candy. You dressed up, too! I gotta!"
"Only because you threatened to whine until I did." Sure enough, the tamer had gone Kalos-Trainer, with a red, high-waisted skirt, leggings, and hat to match the "X" and "Y" protagonist. At least it was a fairly simple costume. The girl didn't even really have to bother with a wig! And, hey, she might still wear the skirt sometime in the future. The shirt, though, was a less likely bet. The girl really didn't feel like she could pull off a sleeveless blouse-thing particularly well.
While the Digimon nodded, approving the costume, he felt the need to add, "but, it's still only good if we go outside!" But, there was no response. Clearly, Maia was having nothing to do with that idea. There was no way that she could pretend that Kuu was some sort of pet with her! Nobody took weird, talking ferrets out to collect candy! Sure, Japan was strange, but that idea just took the cake!
It wasn't like there was enough time to prepare for actually leaving the house, anyway, as a knock hit the door. Kuu was quick to take his position on his Tam-- err, Trainer's shoulder, before the girl scooped up a bowl of candy and skirted to the door. Upon opening it, amber eyes had to look a bit lower than anticipated, as a little, pink bunny donning headphones stood on the step. "Uhh." Isn't this the part where the kid is supposed to say something? "Did you forget your line?" It sounded a little teasing, but what was Maia supposed to say right now? She could have just gone with the "your outfit is so cute! Have candy!" line, but it just felt kind of strange. Especially with how intently this scarved rabbit was staring at her. Was there even a kid in there?
This thought was only amplified by an alarmingly gruff, "I need'ta use your bathroom." Oh. That was a less than inviting response.
Peering around, Maia realized that there was definitely no parent in sight, and cringed slightly at the thought of whatever was staring at her. "You're, uh, not a trick-or-treater, are you?"
Pushing his way past the girl's leg, the little being let himself in, and wandered off into the house. While the girl seemed in shock, Kuu was simply thrilled. "Trick or Treaters are so cool! That one was dressed up like Cutemon! But, he's totally not cute! Do you get how awesome that is?"
And, that's when it fully clicked.
"Cutemon?" Well, that sounded like a Digimon name, if she had ever heard one. After all, it had 'mon' at the end of it! It also made things a little more disturbing, with a strange Digimon inside of her home. "Why is it in my house? My mom is going to kill me if she sees him!" After the entire ordeal with Kuu, it had been made pretty clear that any additional housemates were not particularly welcome, without Mother's clearance, first. And, someone that sounded like a forty year old chainsmoker was quite unlikely to reach that, regardless of that pink exterior.
Kuu didn't seem to think of the severity of the situation, simply shrugging. "It's trick or treat day! There's gotta be some tricks in there, right? It's all fine. Mom will understand." While Maia wanted to interrupt Kuu to tell him both that he was not allowed to call her mother 'Mom,' and that there weren't actually supposed to be tricks involved, she was still too busy panicking about the situation.
Throwing another glance outside, the clear frown on the girl's face managed to extend, as a large Cyberdramon stomped past. "Nope. I'm out," she muttered, slamming the door shut, and turning off the front light. May she needed to turn off all of the lights in the house, just for good measure! "No idea what's going on out there, but I'm not doing it." Were there more Digimon just roaming around out there? This sounded like a terrible night!
And, then there was the sound of the toilet flushing, and Cutemon waddled out of the bathroom, clearly not washing his hands. "Y'all are out of toilet paper in there. Gotta fix that." Maia had never been able to imagine a rabbit being a truck driver more vividly than after meeting this Digimon. It was... really not the kind of thing she was hoping for, with the first trick-or-treater of the night. Still, she had a hard time becoming more distressed by his most recent statements.
"I just replaced the roll this morning!" How did something so small use up so much toilet paper? Either the stupid bunny had just unrolled the whole thing onto the floor, like Kuu frequently did, or -- actually, she didn't want to imagine what kind of substances had come from him. This was just too terrible, and weird. "N-Nevermind that. What are you doing here?" There was a quick pause, as Cutemon went to open his mouth, before Maia interjected, "on this world. As much as I want to know why you're in my house, I'd prefer to focus on there being multiple Digimon outside of it, as well."
With a grunt, the rabbit adjusted his headphones, and looked at the couch. "Can I use your T.V.? I hear a game's on tonight."
Was... Was he ignoring her question? "No. You may not. I'd prefer you to answer my question, or leave."
"Eh," Cutemon's face twisted to one of annoyance, looking up at the girl. "I dunno, Lady. There was a hole. I went into it. It's what I do. Ended up here, needed a bathroom. Long trips make me want a toilet, what can I say?" Okay, so this Cutemon was seriously on the opposite end of cute. How could a Digimon have a name like that, then be so vastly different? This was false advertisement! "Can I use your T.V.?" The monster repeated again, more slowly, "I hear a game's on tonight."
Luckily, Kuu was the one to be tired of the pink bunny now. The fox peered over his tamer, at the Cutemon, and shook his head. It didn't even look like the monster had thought of an excuse. That was, until he blurted out a 'very convincing' argument that he had thought of in less than thirty seconds. "You can't! We're going trick-or-treating! Mom doesn't let us have guests over if we're not even home!"
While Maia wouldn't imagine that this statement would work, the rabbit simply eyed Kuu, before shrugging. "Eh, whatever. I'll find someone with one of them 'Age Dee' televisions. They got prettier people on them." Nobody was about to correct the Cutemon, as long as it meant that he would get out of the house. Did the Digimon know that it was really just a better image, rather than people? Or, the fact that it was called H.D.? Either way, if it got him out of the house, she'd have to go with it.
Hurrying back to the door, the tamer opened it just enough for Cutemon to walk out. As the rabbit Digimon turned to say something else, Maia slammed the door shut, quickly locking it. Wide eyes fell on Kuu, who seemed completely unphased by the entire event. Instead, he chirped, "so! Since there are other Digimon out there, getting candy, can we do it, too? I want my own candy!" Nothing was going to stop the little fox from wanting to trick or treat!
Frowning still, the blonde peered out the window, and let out a sigh. The few monsters that she could identify really didn't seem like they were doing too much damage. And, did she see her neighbors actually giving an Arachnemon a candy bar? At this point, it would be impossible to try to tell Kuu that humans would know he wasn't just some pet on her shoulder. "I'm way too old for this," she mumbled, reaching for the door handle again. "One block. That's it. Then you'll shut up, and we can lock ourselves in the house for the rest of the night?"
To this, Kuu rapidly nodded, "deal!" Well, it seemed that Maia couldn't back out of it now. With a roll of the eyes, the tamer put the bowl of candy back down, finally. "Hold on!" The Digimon shouted, bounding off of her shoulder for a split second, only to return with a pink purse in his mouth, to match the Pokemon Trainer's outfit. Spitting it out into Maia's hand, the 'Dragonair' quickly explained, "we need to have something to put candy in! I'm going to get a bunch!" Nothing could dampen the monster's mood now! He was going to get his own candy!
(Bits, please)
This only ellicited a groan from his tamer, who made her way over to pick up the distressed monster. "You look fine. It's not like anyone else is going to see you, anyway." There was a pause, before she shook her head. "You're not shaped properly to be a Dragonair, anyway. Why didn't you pick a Dratini, if you had to go with this theme? At least you don't need to worry about hitting your forehead, then." Of course, of all the things that a Digimon could go for, Kuu wanted to be a Pokemon.
The Kudamon puffed his cheeks, shifting between the girl's fingers, "don't fat shame me. Body positivity, Maia. Learn it." Well, then! Clearly, his tamer didn't know how to be gentle on the insults! What if she said that to an actual trick-or-treater? That would just be rude! "Plus, I still want to help pass out -- and eat -- candy. You dressed up, too! I gotta!"
"Only because you threatened to whine until I did." Sure enough, the tamer had gone Kalos-Trainer, with a red, high-waisted skirt, leggings, and hat to match the "X" and "Y" protagonist. At least it was a fairly simple costume. The girl didn't even really have to bother with a wig! And, hey, she might still wear the skirt sometime in the future. The shirt, though, was a less likely bet. The girl really didn't feel like she could pull off a sleeveless blouse-thing particularly well.
While the Digimon nodded, approving the costume, he felt the need to add, "but, it's still only good if we go outside!" But, there was no response. Clearly, Maia was having nothing to do with that idea. There was no way that she could pretend that Kuu was some sort of pet with her! Nobody took weird, talking ferrets out to collect candy! Sure, Japan was strange, but that idea just took the cake!
It wasn't like there was enough time to prepare for actually leaving the house, anyway, as a knock hit the door. Kuu was quick to take his position on his Tam-- err, Trainer's shoulder, before the girl scooped up a bowl of candy and skirted to the door. Upon opening it, amber eyes had to look a bit lower than anticipated, as a little, pink bunny donning headphones stood on the step. "Uhh." Isn't this the part where the kid is supposed to say something? "Did you forget your line?" It sounded a little teasing, but what was Maia supposed to say right now? She could have just gone with the "your outfit is so cute! Have candy!" line, but it just felt kind of strange. Especially with how intently this scarved rabbit was staring at her. Was there even a kid in there?
This thought was only amplified by an alarmingly gruff, "I need'ta use your bathroom." Oh. That was a less than inviting response.
Peering around, Maia realized that there was definitely no parent in sight, and cringed slightly at the thought of whatever was staring at her. "You're, uh, not a trick-or-treater, are you?"
Pushing his way past the girl's leg, the little being let himself in, and wandered off into the house. While the girl seemed in shock, Kuu was simply thrilled. "Trick or Treaters are so cool! That one was dressed up like Cutemon! But, he's totally not cute! Do you get how awesome that is?"
And, that's when it fully clicked.
"Cutemon?" Well, that sounded like a Digimon name, if she had ever heard one. After all, it had 'mon' at the end of it! It also made things a little more disturbing, with a strange Digimon inside of her home. "Why is it in my house? My mom is going to kill me if she sees him!" After the entire ordeal with Kuu, it had been made pretty clear that any additional housemates were not particularly welcome, without Mother's clearance, first. And, someone that sounded like a forty year old chainsmoker was quite unlikely to reach that, regardless of that pink exterior.
Kuu didn't seem to think of the severity of the situation, simply shrugging. "It's trick or treat day! There's gotta be some tricks in there, right? It's all fine. Mom will understand." While Maia wanted to interrupt Kuu to tell him both that he was not allowed to call her mother 'Mom,' and that there weren't actually supposed to be tricks involved, she was still too busy panicking about the situation.
Throwing another glance outside, the clear frown on the girl's face managed to extend, as a large Cyberdramon stomped past. "Nope. I'm out," she muttered, slamming the door shut, and turning off the front light. May she needed to turn off all of the lights in the house, just for good measure! "No idea what's going on out there, but I'm not doing it." Were there more Digimon just roaming around out there? This sounded like a terrible night!
And, then there was the sound of the toilet flushing, and Cutemon waddled out of the bathroom, clearly not washing his hands. "Y'all are out of toilet paper in there. Gotta fix that." Maia had never been able to imagine a rabbit being a truck driver more vividly than after meeting this Digimon. It was... really not the kind of thing she was hoping for, with the first trick-or-treater of the night. Still, she had a hard time becoming more distressed by his most recent statements.
"I just replaced the roll this morning!" How did something so small use up so much toilet paper? Either the stupid bunny had just unrolled the whole thing onto the floor, like Kuu frequently did, or -- actually, she didn't want to imagine what kind of substances had come from him. This was just too terrible, and weird. "N-Nevermind that. What are you doing here?" There was a quick pause, as Cutemon went to open his mouth, before Maia interjected, "on this world. As much as I want to know why you're in my house, I'd prefer to focus on there being multiple Digimon outside of it, as well."
With a grunt, the rabbit adjusted his headphones, and looked at the couch. "Can I use your T.V.? I hear a game's on tonight."
Was... Was he ignoring her question? "No. You may not. I'd prefer you to answer my question, or leave."
"Eh," Cutemon's face twisted to one of annoyance, looking up at the girl. "I dunno, Lady. There was a hole. I went into it. It's what I do. Ended up here, needed a bathroom. Long trips make me want a toilet, what can I say?" Okay, so this Cutemon was seriously on the opposite end of cute. How could a Digimon have a name like that, then be so vastly different? This was false advertisement! "Can I use your T.V.?" The monster repeated again, more slowly, "I hear a game's on tonight."
Luckily, Kuu was the one to be tired of the pink bunny now. The fox peered over his tamer, at the Cutemon, and shook his head. It didn't even look like the monster had thought of an excuse. That was, until he blurted out a 'very convincing' argument that he had thought of in less than thirty seconds. "You can't! We're going trick-or-treating! Mom doesn't let us have guests over if we're not even home!"
While Maia wouldn't imagine that this statement would work, the rabbit simply eyed Kuu, before shrugging. "Eh, whatever. I'll find someone with one of them 'Age Dee' televisions. They got prettier people on them." Nobody was about to correct the Cutemon, as long as it meant that he would get out of the house. Did the Digimon know that it was really just a better image, rather than people? Or, the fact that it was called H.D.? Either way, if it got him out of the house, she'd have to go with it.
Hurrying back to the door, the tamer opened it just enough for Cutemon to walk out. As the rabbit Digimon turned to say something else, Maia slammed the door shut, quickly locking it. Wide eyes fell on Kuu, who seemed completely unphased by the entire event. Instead, he chirped, "so! Since there are other Digimon out there, getting candy, can we do it, too? I want my own candy!" Nothing was going to stop the little fox from wanting to trick or treat!
Frowning still, the blonde peered out the window, and let out a sigh. The few monsters that she could identify really didn't seem like they were doing too much damage. And, did she see her neighbors actually giving an Arachnemon a candy bar? At this point, it would be impossible to try to tell Kuu that humans would know he wasn't just some pet on her shoulder. "I'm way too old for this," she mumbled, reaching for the door handle again. "One block. That's it. Then you'll shut up, and we can lock ourselves in the house for the rest of the night?"
To this, Kuu rapidly nodded, "deal!" Well, it seemed that Maia couldn't back out of it now. With a roll of the eyes, the tamer put the bowl of candy back down, finally. "Hold on!" The Digimon shouted, bounding off of her shoulder for a split second, only to return with a pink purse in his mouth, to match the Pokemon Trainer's outfit. Spitting it out into Maia's hand, the 'Dragonair' quickly explained, "we need to have something to put candy in! I'm going to get a bunch!" Nothing could dampen the monster's mood now! He was going to get his own candy!
(Bits, please)
