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Really she should have expected an answer like that, but she didn't. It was hard to even give a proper response to that without accidentally coming off as condescending. Pink foxes are bad with words, after all. "But.. All that's here is that Owlmon and me. I don't wanna be "shipped" with an Owlmon." The Renamon shifted uncomfortably, trying to shake that disturbing thought from her head.
When the clam offered to beat someone up for her she was a bit flustered. How did it come to this? "Ah.. Nobody specifically, it's just the truth, y'know? I'm not sad about or or nothin', I don't need to be a princess to be happy." Hasenya tried to reassure Nereid, lest someone innocent get pelted with another one of those dangerous looking pearls. Mentioning her fluff though, Hasenya patted at herself- Was she really that fluffy? There had to be fluffier out there, surely. She was pretty convinced the only advantage she had over other fluffsters was being constantly warm.
"If you really wanna beat someone up, you could hit that Owlmon again if it stands up.. I can't do much to it on my own I don't think." Hasenya told the Syakomon while looking towards the mentioned drug addict.
"Obviously not! That Owlmon doesn't deserve to be shipped. Plus, I think he's on drugs." The last part of that sentence was almost painfully obvious for Nereid to say. Moreover, however, the Renamon had to be CONVINCED of her inherent validity. "So? That doesn't change the fact you have the fluff of a princess! ...Also a really nice shade of pink." See, that was how one really got to fluffsters, compliment the ever-loving snot out of their fur.
"...If he even gets back up. Pearls are really bad to get hit by, and I think I hit him square in the face? So he's gonna be out for a while...Hm." Nereid thought for a few moments. "We should get out of here before he gets back up, though!"
Hasenya wasn't sure how she should react to these compliments. She could feel her face become hot, though she wasn't quite at the point of real blushing. "Ah- uh.. Thank you?" The fox responded a bit sheepishly, opting for something simple over continuing to trip over her words like a goofball. It was very true though, compliments were obviously the natural weakness of all things fluffy. But hey, at least she wasn't super tsundere.
The Renamon agreed, it was time to skidaddle and loiter around somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with a less flammable... everything and a lot less drugs. What the heck even was wrong with this forest? "Good idea. That just leaves the question of where? I'm willing to bet you know the area a lot better than I do so..." Hasenya trailed off and then shrugged. Guess she was gonna spend a bit of time goofing off with the shipping clam.
It turns out that if you threw enough compliments off the top of your head, they'd inevitably work. Though, it seemed like both Hasenya and Nereid alike were being goofballs at the moment, which wasn't anything BAD. It was just a whole bunch of silly right now.
"I know the way out and that's it, c'mon before the dumb owl gets up!" Nereid started to slide away in a direction that was definitely just the way she came from. Whether or not Hasenya followed, however, something ominous occurred with the Owlmon in the form of his eyes springing open. Whether or not someone saw that, however, was entirely on them.
"If we keep going this way, we'll get to a Trailmon station! Then we can go...uh. Anywhere? Hey, where do you live?" Was this the clam's attempt at small talk? Or was it simply a ploy for information?
Hasenya wasn't staring that owl in the face like some creep- why would she be? That fight was already a done deal, there was no need to stand around looking at its assumed unconscious face. The fox followed the sliding clam, as that seemed to be the smartest and most sensible thing to do just after pelting a dumb owl in the face.
"Um.. up north, in Ys. It would probably be a decently long trailmon ride." The Renamon shrugged, seeing no harm in answering the question either out of naivety or because she didn't believe a singular clam could do much maliciously with that information. "Being an aquatic princess and all that- you must live in.. the opposite direction?" It was a wild guess, and probably a bit rude to assume things based off one's appearance, but no one ever said this gremlin was socially smart.
Ys, Ys...She had heard that name before, from her mom. In fact, her mom did visit that place once but apparently a Ryudamon kept coming out of nowhere to flip the bird at her and give her the stinkeye, whatever those two phrases meant. They sounded weird to Nereid.
"Nope! I live in the Great Moving Library with my moms." She stated this as though it were the single most normal fact in the world, something that might clue Hasenya in that...Nereid was probably as socially dumb as she was. That, or she was just as much of a gremlin as the fox.
Of course, there was a bigger elephant in the room. "D-Drugs..." The Owlmon began, as he slowly rose up with the light of Digivolution starting to form around him.
"RUN." Nereid yelled as she began to slide away from Hasenya and the owl as fast as she could!