MPC-53A: Heat Wave

The sun’s rays gleamed off the cap of a copper water bottle belonging to a rabbit dressed in oriental wear who was slung sluggish gripping the back of a quadruped dragon who was trudging along with the rest of the group. “Too hot…” The turuiemon, who was usually quite lively and energetic was about to fall asleep on the back of her brother. “Share some water with me please, sister?” It was still odd for Talia to hear their adult like voices when she’d gotten used to their child like personalities, yet here they were all grown up up and mature to an extent? The Bao Huckmon, speaking so eloquently was definitely surreal. “Of course brother.” She reached down, holding the bottle to her brothers metal jaws, making sure to keep her delicate paws away from his razor blade teeth of course.

“I vote yes on the break! And that possibly we find a body of water to cool off in.” Were she to ever get a raise, Talia had every intention to have a pool built in the backyard so the gallant three could spend those hot summer days just lazing about and making up silly water games, and occasionally using it to keep the twins out of her hair when she was working from home. “That’s better, good call Des.” The woman had flopped down with her back to a palm tree with the twins on either side of her, Tohru sitting in a criss cross applesauce kind of pose while Simba sat on his launches like a labrador. “Me? I think so! What about you, DemiMeramon? And you Desmond? Want some water?” The girl offered the cold liquid to both of them from the large copper container Tohru and Simba had been drinking from - see, her adventures in the digital world had taught her it was important to always be prepared for anything, and that included these odd situations. “Especially you, Des! You look terrible, here drink. I don’t want you to faint on me.” The guy was way too tall for her or the twins to carry safely, plus they still really weren’t sure where they were going, how they’d gotten here, or better yet where exactly they were in the digital world. “In a way though, this weather kind of makes me want a drink with coconut in it…” 

Admittedly Simba was a little taken aback when DemiMeramon asked to wear his cloak - see the thing was, the dragon had always been the baby in most situations, seen by most as a child who needed to be protected and taken care of and tucked in at night so he could feel safe as he slumbered. And if he had a nightmare, there was always a blonde girl and a rabbit there to comfort him and reassure him that it was little more than a figment of his imagination. And while the dragon didn’t like to be babied all the time, he found his life as a protected companion to be quite comfortable and pleasant with no need for a change.

However, a turn of recent events sparked a change in that perspective, and Simba found himself in a place where he had no choice but to be the bravest he’d ever had to, and as such acquired a larger stronger form, the quadruped champion Bao Huckmon. And now he was no longer the baby, which put him in an odd, unfamiliar position, was this what humans called ‘growing up?’ By first instinct, he wanted to keep his precious cloak away from the flames of the demimeramon since it was the only thing he had left of his childhood as a Hackmon, and on the other hand, he’d developed a strong enough sense of empathy to know that DemiMeramon would likely be upset if the dragon chose to be selfish - torn, Simba glanced childlike up at his sister like an indecisive little kid, with that rabbit patting his head reassuringly to let him know she would accept any choice he made.

And while it seemed overdramatic to mull over, that red cloak was way too sentimental for him to just let anyone touch, but eh, he’d get it back eventually right? “Sure, but just be careful with it okay? Don’t set it on fire or anything…” Like a dog trying to remove an uncomfortable sweater, the quadruped dragon lifted a leg and swiped frontwards at the collar but it was unfortunately a little bit difficult to do without opposable thumbs. “I can do this!” Watching him try was like watching one of those youtube videos where a cat was stuck inside windows blinds kicking and wiggling and franky it was quite difficult for Tohru and Talia not to burst out laughing. “To be honest Des, they kinda don’t grow up even during digivolution - well they do but they’re always kind of the same deep down.” The blonde couldn’t help but agree with him on that - it wasn’t too long ago that the three of them had played together as Botamon twins and DemiMeramon. “Yeah, it just kinda...happened I guess? I wonder if DemiMeramon will evolve at all one day! Though he is pretty cute in this form.”

Before he managed to hurt himself Tohru went over to the flailing dragon and peeled the cloak off for him, placing it on the tiny flame ball who floated around laughing and giggling in the red fabric which was far too large for him since Bao Hackmon was around the size of a tiger or so. It so silly, and yet the baby digimon looked too delighted for either of the twins to say anything. “Sounds good to me! Are you guys okay with being babysitters?” The twins both groaned loudly. “Babysitters?” Yup, Simba was definitely starting to miss being a hackmon. “Watch them, okay Tohru?” HEY, he didn’t need to be babysat, he was the grown up now! “Hmmph, adulting sucks!”

And while the twins chased around the caped DemiMeramon, the humans wanderd off to inspect the variable up ahead. “Oooh, is that an Oasis?” Once confirming it wasn’t a mirage, the humans brought over the digimon where they all cooled off in the water before eventually finding their way out of the desert.