Chilling at the Beach [MPC #41, Complete]
Jun 25, 2017 5:32:45 GMT
Post by vating on Jun 25, 2017 5:32:45 GMT
OOC Note: I'm looking for posts this time around.
It was time to hit the beach. Timothy was ready with his backpack packed with the essentials to going to the beach: Some swim trunks, a laptop for when they're inside (And sometimes out), his wrist-bound digivice, a beach towel, the usual stuff. He was busy stuffing it all in the back of their van to go out on this trip. His next problem would be Bibi and Faluo, then Alice and Leo.
Bibi and Faluo would be easy to solve, get them in the Digivice. Alice and Leo however... Leo was a Spadamon, and Alice had no way of hiding him... He took a moment of thought, then settled with the simple stereotypical (by now) solution of, he's a stuffed animal now! Timothy sat him next to Alice after they got everything in the trunk and let out a sigh of relief as his parents didn't bat an eye. Now they just had a four our drive and they were doomed if they were to keep Leo calm!
The drive went off pretty well, with them just listening to some music on the road. Spadamon was right in the rear view mirror, so if he moved, he would be discovered. To remedy the situation, Timothy moved Alice's hand just behind Spadamon's neck. He clutched his little sister's hand, closing it on the Lion Digimon's slip of skin on the back of his neck. After that, he let go and rested back against the chair while they drove.
About an hour into the trip, Timothy could clearly see that Spadamon was uncomfortable. He needed to do something to remedy the situation before he moved too much for it to just be Alice playing with a stuffed animal. He sat there a moment, then said, "Mom, Dad. I need to use the restroom. Like... Really bad." Hopefully his acts of randomly having an unstable bladder control would save him.
His parents both bat an eye to him. It was unusual for their oldest to not be able to hold it in. After a glance to each other, Timothy's father let out a sigh and said, "We're coming up to one in about five minutes. Hold it for that long." Five minutes of waiting while Spadamon needed to move was bad, but it was better than nothing. He could live with that.
It was time to hit the beach. Timothy was ready with his backpack packed with the essentials to going to the beach: Some swim trunks, a laptop for when they're inside (And sometimes out), his wrist-bound digivice, a beach towel, the usual stuff. He was busy stuffing it all in the back of their van to go out on this trip. His next problem would be Bibi and Faluo, then Alice and Leo.
Bibi and Faluo would be easy to solve, get them in the Digivice. Alice and Leo however... Leo was a Spadamon, and Alice had no way of hiding him... He took a moment of thought, then settled with the simple stereotypical (by now) solution of, he's a stuffed animal now! Timothy sat him next to Alice after they got everything in the trunk and let out a sigh of relief as his parents didn't bat an eye. Now they just had a four our drive and they were doomed if they were to keep Leo calm!
The drive went off pretty well, with them just listening to some music on the road. Spadamon was right in the rear view mirror, so if he moved, he would be discovered. To remedy the situation, Timothy moved Alice's hand just behind Spadamon's neck. He clutched his little sister's hand, closing it on the Lion Digimon's slip of skin on the back of his neck. After that, he let go and rested back against the chair while they drove.
About an hour into the trip, Timothy could clearly see that Spadamon was uncomfortable. He needed to do something to remedy the situation before he moved too much for it to just be Alice playing with a stuffed animal. He sat there a moment, then said, "Mom, Dad. I need to use the restroom. Like... Really bad." Hopefully his acts of randomly having an unstable bladder control would save him.
His parents both bat an eye to him. It was unusual for their oldest to not be able to hold it in. After a glance to each other, Timothy's father let out a sigh and said, "We're coming up to one in about five minutes. Hold it for that long." Five minutes of waiting while Spadamon needed to move was bad, but it was better than nothing. He could live with that.
