MPC 42 - Reunion
Oct 1, 2017 4:18:05 GMT
Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Oct 1, 2017 4:18:05 GMT
It was a breezy spring day, as Mitsuko walked home from school. Patamon had hidden in her bag, yet again, and she was pleased that the long day was finally over! A gentle breeze caressed around her body. Her silvery hair billowed around her, as did her school uniform. With a small gasp, she gripped the hem of her blue plaid skirt, a soft blush gracing her face. So much had happened the last year, with her and Patamon being united and all of their adventures! New friendships and strong bonds had been formed. They seemed to be getting stronger every day too!
Mitsuko could hear Patamon giggling as he flew through the trees outside. She knew she should have put him in her bag, but it was just too nice out. "Patamon!" She hissed, as she turned the corner. "Get back here before someone sees you!" He didn't answer her. Big surprise there! Mitsuko grumbled to herself as she continued to walk down the path. It was strange though, somehow this path was really... familiar to her.
The fragrances of vanilla and cherry blossoms filled the air, as Mitsuko continued to walk forward. The haunting melody of Dmitri Shostakovich's Concerto No. 1 reverbrated around her. Mitsuko felt as if her body had become sluggish, almost drugged in its movements. Every step, was like trying to move in thick mud. Her breathing was ragged, as she turned the corner.
((Please note that this is a WIP, Bones said he was giving me a 3 day extension. I apologize in advance.))
Mitsuko could hear Patamon giggling as he flew through the trees outside. She knew she should have put him in her bag, but it was just too nice out. "Patamon!" She hissed, as she turned the corner. "Get back here before someone sees you!" He didn't answer her. Big surprise there! Mitsuko grumbled to herself as she continued to walk down the path. It was strange though, somehow this path was really... familiar to her.
The fragrances of vanilla and cherry blossoms filled the air, as Mitsuko continued to walk forward. The haunting melody of Dmitri Shostakovich's Concerto No. 1 reverbrated around her. Mitsuko felt as if her body had become sluggish, almost drugged in its movements. Every step, was like trying to move in thick mud. Her breathing was ragged, as she turned the corner.
((Please note that this is a WIP, Bones said he was giving me a 3 day extension. I apologize in advance.))