A Rendezvous For The Fun Of It (Dio | Valentine's Event)

Oh goodness... Dio was quite the shilly-shally imp when it came to the pertinacity of his ego, but that was certainly not a problem to Cion. On the contrary - it was a delightful peculiarity of her treasured date for tonight. Most people kept themselves straight, both on the outside and on the inside. It obviously made comprehending and adapting to them easily, but interaction quickly became trivial, if not repetitive. The Impmon on the other hand was multifarious from the get-go, making it a challenge to grasp and utilize a proper approach. Bravado and shyness had seldom clashed this intensely within a single soul.

Regardless, over the course of several, pleasant minutes, fascinating stories had been exchanged by the two of them, revealing what kind of sways guided their paths. The charming rascal explained aspects of Earth, mankind and what it meant to be bound to a swell friend as a digidestined - excluding possible moments of rivalry. In return, the restrained Arniomon had shared her adventures with the fine lad; not to mention the details she had memorized of this vast, digital world. Last but not least, she had told him about her current ambitions and home.

Highly pleased by the not so nightmarish soldier's genuine compliment, a sincere grin of glee and satisfaction formed itself rapidly on the vulpine sentinel's muzzle. "Naaaw... thanks." She responded kittenishly, holding her chest with one paw as to stop the butterflies who sought to escape. Although it was unbecoming for a digimon who enjoyed carrying herself with ladylike grace, Cion nonetheless giggled blissfully and found it difficult not to twist and turn ever so slightly. These days, it was a trial to receive any credit or support for hard work. Near friends were no exception to this, hence flattery by a recent acquaintance was utterly heart-warming.

Steadily if slowly calming down, the small fox cleared her throat and nodded. Since her companion desired elaborations to her previous statements, she was more than glad quench his inquisitiveness. "Thus far, it's mostly a large construction zone with its base in the center. My vision is for it to become a metropolis of utopian character. A sanctuary for all those weary of the other capitals' shortcomings, not to forget savage tribalism. I want to find out what it takes to bring true, lasting harmony among digimons, and how to realize it. A social experiment that hopefully bears fruit through science, economy and culture."

Naturally, which was something she understood clearly, her dreams were idealistic and incredibly improbable to yield the preferred outcome. This undertaking was destined to claim time and sacrifices from her, but she was absolutely willing to suffer the burden as Atlas did in legends to shoulder this realm of squandered potential. Besides, no prior approaches had spawned anything worthwhile nor permanent. If nobody else was disposed to carry the heavy mantle of ascension, then it was her innermost duty to do so. Beholding the world as it was these days simply hurt too much anyway.

Surprisingly so, Dio picked up on the minute details she had added to her initial answers. Scratching the back of her head, the tiny fennec shrugged softly. "I have multiple residences; and I have to consider and keep options in the case that I need... alternatives." She diffidently admitted her somewhat scheming mindset. However, it likely made clear why this evening seemed so perfectly wonderful in every conceivable way. Her initiative was undeniable. Nothing was evidently left to chance. The location, the food... everything intentionally chosen by her to attain maximum elation. Failure was unacceptable, as was insufficiency. Suffering either was... no longer tolerable.

Sighing, Cion nervously tapped the edge of the table, patiently awaiting a distraction from this moment of unpleasant self-consciousness. Thankfully, fate had for once meant well, for the delectable scents of wholesome, square meals entered her snub nose. In this very instance, the Lunamon waitress served the gentleman and gentlewoman with the dishes the latter had ordered for them.

The steaming Bœuf Stroganoff plates were outstanding! How the meat was engulfed cream gravy and spices, garnished with sliced potatoes and a hill of rice. The ingredients were meticulously placed to be eye candy to the beholder - not even an artist was capable to illustrating the magnificence of the view and caressing smell. In spite of her mannerisms, the Arniomon found herself licking her lips for a second.

As apple-flavored sparkling wine got filled into fine glasses before the excellent customer service gave way to splendid togetherness, her aureate eyes focused on Dio's.verdant ones. Smiling gently, she equipped fork and knife. "My apologies. I'm still somewhat timid and unsure when it comes to my plans and being a leader. But tonight, my aspirations are not supposed to hinder our enjoyment. Hence... Bon appétit, meyser."


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