Whitewater Dreamin' [Valentine's] [Sixer]
Feb 22, 2021 10:09:38 GMT
Post by Max on Feb 22, 2021 10:09:38 GMT
Well, tonight was the night. The Valentine's day special at the Caritas – the most famous social establishment in Whitewater City. Max the Impmon-X was filled with reservations about almost everything today – that it'd be too crowded, too noisy, too bothersome for any feeling of romance.
It was mainly thanks to the persistance of his big sister Gaz the Gazimon that he kept to his word and went along to it. She promised him that by now, the staff of the Caritas were prepared for the capacity of revellers, that they'd do their best to maintain a romantic atmosphere, and that it'd be worth it.
“But... say, if I do get a date, what would you do then?” Max asked her, as the two were seated next to each other on the Trailmon to Whitewater as it was pulling into the central station.
“I'll find one myself, simple.” Gaz said, shrugging. “You're a big boy now, you don't need me handholdin' ya through a date, right?”
“Well... I guess so.” Max said, aquiescing that fact. “So... you'll just help me to hook up with one, right?”
“Correct, Ototo~” Gaz said, mussing the fur between his ears. Max grumbled at the indignity of this gesture, but by now he was familiar enough with it to recognize it as a mark of Gaz's sisterly affection. “Now then...” she looked him over. Max was in his usual appearance – an Impmon-X covered with cat-like purple fur, excepting white on his face and belly. All he wore was an eyepatch covering his right eye, (given it was red while his left was the family green), a large red scarf, red and blue gloves, a belt around his waist with a wicked grin emoji as the buckle, and a gold piercing in his oddly orange coloured tail. “Are you sure you don't wanna wear a shirt?”
“Eh, it's warm in Whitewater, a shirt over my fur makes it kinda too stuffy.” Max said.
“Well, okay then” Gaz shrugged. She only bore her grey and white fur herself, but wore a large pretty blue flower accessory behind her ear. The Trailmon came to a halt at the central station platform, and was going through the usual farewell to passengers over the PA system through the carriages. “So let's go over the plan. Once you meet up with a digimon your type, what are you gonna do?”
“I'll... order the drink they want first, then talk to them about their interests?” Max answered, a little awkwardly.
“Good plan. Can't go wrong with that.” Gaz agreed as they disembarked onto the platform, “And... this plan of yours, to cook them a nice meal if you think they're a winner. That's usually somethin' people do on the second date, so, just promise me you won't insist on it if they don't want to? Trust me, pal, you could ruin a good thing with that.”
“...alright then.” Max relented, supposing she had a point there. The Caritas wasn't far from the station, and as he saw it, Max realized Gaz wasn't kidding that they were prepared. “...whoa.” he breathed, impressed at the setup. The main building was set up as a social open space, and the beach surrounding it was divided into at least 50 private tables for two, separated by wooden panels decorated with red-purple-pink cloth. It seemed the plan was for digimon to mingle in the main area, then settle to a more private table to get to know each other better, with drinks and snacks at hand.
Max and Gaz approached the admission queue, and when it was their turn, the Iguneetmon at the entrance desk greeted them.
“Hello there. Are you two a couple?” he asked, curtly.
“Nope, two singles.” Gaz said, patting Max's shoulder. “I'm just here supporting my little brother... and also lookin' for a bit of tail myself.”
“Well, that's the spirit.” Iguneetmon said, keeping it professional. “500 bits each then, please.”
Max thought that was reasonable, so after paying up, he and Gaz entered the main floor of the Caritas. At once, Max's senses was filled with the scent of flowery perfumes, the sound of gentle, romantic music, the feeling of the crisp but not too cold tropical winter seabreeze through the open windows onto his fur. Yeah... he kinda liked this.
It was mainly thanks to the persistance of his big sister Gaz the Gazimon that he kept to his word and went along to it. She promised him that by now, the staff of the Caritas were prepared for the capacity of revellers, that they'd do their best to maintain a romantic atmosphere, and that it'd be worth it.
“But... say, if I do get a date, what would you do then?” Max asked her, as the two were seated next to each other on the Trailmon to Whitewater as it was pulling into the central station.
“I'll find one myself, simple.” Gaz said, shrugging. “You're a big boy now, you don't need me handholdin' ya through a date, right?”
“Well... I guess so.” Max said, aquiescing that fact. “So... you'll just help me to hook up with one, right?”
“Correct, Ototo~” Gaz said, mussing the fur between his ears. Max grumbled at the indignity of this gesture, but by now he was familiar enough with it to recognize it as a mark of Gaz's sisterly affection. “Now then...” she looked him over. Max was in his usual appearance – an Impmon-X covered with cat-like purple fur, excepting white on his face and belly. All he wore was an eyepatch covering his right eye, (given it was red while his left was the family green), a large red scarf, red and blue gloves, a belt around his waist with a wicked grin emoji as the buckle, and a gold piercing in his oddly orange coloured tail. “Are you sure you don't wanna wear a shirt?”
“Eh, it's warm in Whitewater, a shirt over my fur makes it kinda too stuffy.” Max said.
“Well, okay then” Gaz shrugged. She only bore her grey and white fur herself, but wore a large pretty blue flower accessory behind her ear. The Trailmon came to a halt at the central station platform, and was going through the usual farewell to passengers over the PA system through the carriages. “So let's go over the plan. Once you meet up with a digimon your type, what are you gonna do?”
“I'll... order the drink they want first, then talk to them about their interests?” Max answered, a little awkwardly.
“Good plan. Can't go wrong with that.” Gaz agreed as they disembarked onto the platform, “And... this plan of yours, to cook them a nice meal if you think they're a winner. That's usually somethin' people do on the second date, so, just promise me you won't insist on it if they don't want to? Trust me, pal, you could ruin a good thing with that.”
“...alright then.” Max relented, supposing she had a point there. The Caritas wasn't far from the station, and as he saw it, Max realized Gaz wasn't kidding that they were prepared. “...whoa.” he breathed, impressed at the setup. The main building was set up as a social open space, and the beach surrounding it was divided into at least 50 private tables for two, separated by wooden panels decorated with red-purple-pink cloth. It seemed the plan was for digimon to mingle in the main area, then settle to a more private table to get to know each other better, with drinks and snacks at hand.
Max and Gaz approached the admission queue, and when it was their turn, the Iguneetmon at the entrance desk greeted them.
“Hello there. Are you two a couple?” he asked, curtly.
“Nope, two singles.” Gaz said, patting Max's shoulder. “I'm just here supporting my little brother... and also lookin' for a bit of tail myself.”
“Well, that's the spirit.” Iguneetmon said, keeping it professional. “500 bits each then, please.”
Max thought that was reasonable, so after paying up, he and Gaz entered the main floor of the Caritas. At once, Max's senses was filled with the scent of flowery perfumes, the sound of gentle, romantic music, the feeling of the crisp but not too cold tropical winter seabreeze through the open windows onto his fur. Yeah... he kinda liked this.