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Walks BACK in the room, holding his hands and giving a shy look. "I want you in my arms tonight, will you lay down with me tonight? I want to feel the heat of your cheeks as you rest on my chest and we drift to sleep together" yup, face is bright red, but this is much more romantic, don't you think?

Takumi hadn’t expected for Arata to return after what had just happened, he had laughed after all and that dork was just doing his best. So since he had managed to settle himself down he was going to apologize appropriately to him since he’d returned. He had started to speak but figured it would be best to stay quiet as Arata took hold of his hands and looked like he had something he wanted to say first. So Takumi let him have the floor opting to only smile up at him patiently waiting for him to get whatever this was off his chest.

The gushy romantic words tumbling from the ex-hackers mouth had not been what he was expecting at all.

He stared in stunned silence almost 90% sure his face was turning the same color as Arata’s was right now. He knows they mentioned that Arata was romantic, but he hadn’t expected him to be this romantic. He hadn’t hesitated, no stumbling over his words, they came fluently from his tongue like he was just discussing the little ones back at his apartment with Takumi.

“Arata….” his hands tightened around the taller’s for a moment before he pulls his hands away completely.

His hands aren’t off of Arata for long before his hands grab at his jacket pulling him down towards Takumi’s level. In return for sugary sweet words Arata receives a peck to his cheek before his lips are being seized by the tinier male. Embarrassment and attraction, he’s currently a mix of these two warring emotions as he kisses Arata. The hands that tugged on his jacket release the fabric and search for his hands so he can take hold of them again.

Takumi parts their kiss trying to keep himself from trying to hide his face again because this was a lot more embarrassment than he bargained for.

“You’re such a dork,” he laughs before chirping back, “does that mean I can stay at your place tonight?”

#digitalsleuth #oops replies to this

Why was he so cute? It was almost illegal.

Melting into the kiss he had no problem letting himself be tugged down, more than happy to accept the affection as his heart beat loudly in his ears. He was still trying to figure out what exactly it was that sent his heart soaring like this but he was quickly figuring out it was a little bit of everything.

Squeezing his hands his eyes close, the kiss eager but sweet and he can’t help but love it. EVEN if his lips taste like coffee and mayo.

Pulling away he gives a know-it-all grin, stealing another quick peck. Honestly if he had a tail it would be wagging right now, Takumi could probably see it in his eyes. “I’m a nerd there’s a difference. You’re the dork” lifting their hands he hid Takumi’s face for him, a genuine smile taking over his features.

“Yeah, of course. How else am I supposed to fulfill my wish? I think the price for room and board should be.... A couple more kisses.” Arata’s still blushing but it’s lighter this time, glancing to the side before glancing at Takumi with nothing but love in his eyes.

“.... Thanks for staying with me this long, I feel like the happiest man in the world. I only hope I return the feeling” he moves one of his hands, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“I’m glad we’re in this imperfect world together. Our strength is ours alone.”

"You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do." He grins at Arata, repaying him for the words from earlier with some of his own.

“Okay, smart ass.” he shuffles, and doesn’t really mean his retort. Eventually though he leans in, framing the other’s face and leaving a kiss on his forehead.

“I’ve lost my heart, can you help me find it?” he gives a small smile as his hand slides down to his chest, resting over Takumi’s heart “Never mind, I found it. Will you keep it there? It’s safer in your hands”

#digitalsleuth

Its like Arata’s pouring out his heart to Takumi and its so much to just process all at once. It wasn’t even just the pure ramble of words that made it so hard to take it all in, it was like a whirlwind of feelings and just everything that didn’t sound quite like Arata but was just so uniquely Arata that he didn’t question it. His words perfectly sum up how Takumi is feeling, he’s afraid, but he’s never really let that stop him before so why let it stop him now.

Arata was right.

“I’ll keep you to that after we’re done talking,” Takumi laughs, its small but its a laugh and he doesn’t know just what he’s laughing at but its helping clear up some of the nerves that had gripped hold of him from this whole awkward little exchange of their’s. Arata’s words give him a bit more confidence that he’d lost at what he thought was his friend’s rejection and it sparks up a smile and a little heat in his cheeks tinting them a light shad of red.

“Arata” he shakes his head and as he opens his mouth words just begin to spill out, “I don’t need you to be into me, I just want to make sure that no matter what happens right here and right now that neither of us are going to regret it. I’m just fine knowing if this isn’t something that we both like that we can leave here and still be best friends. I lost my best friend once and I don’t want to lose him again, so you’re just as stuck with me as I am with you.”

He almost laughs again at Arata’s admittance on his friends, “Arata are you jealous of Ryouta and Sakura” but the other things he says puzzle Takumi, “Wait what do you mean? We’re not supposed to feel like that about someone who happens to be a male and happens to be a good friend? Why not?”

Sure it wasn’t normal for something like that to happen, heck it was something that you’d only see every once in a while unless you picked up certain kinds of comics where it happened all the time, but that didn’t count. Was it just the gender that made is so strange? Society did frown upon it after all and that was just putting it lightly. That was neither here nor there right now, and instead of discussing the societal views of homosexuality with himself perhaps he should be fessing up to things he’s been keeping to himself.

He finds himself trying not to laugh again as Arata takes in a few breaths looking a bit red in the face, he was almost about to ask him if he was alright when he spoke up again. His next words shouldn’t have made Takumi feel as elated as he did, but they did. He has to cover his face with his hands as the embarrassment really hits him because this wasn’t what he had come here to do. He had been aiming for a peck at most, so this was something he hadn’t come prepared for at all.

“I like you too Arata” its the simple truth that Takumi had been well aware of, and maybe the way he meant it wasn’t exactly how Arata had meant it, but he had to be honest, “I don’t know… what I was trying to do, I’ve never been one to really, hide. It just… hurt a little. I’m sorry.”

Arata has brought himself closer to Takumi’s level and he closes his eyes, and its just all suddenly real. This was something that was actually happening between them, he was actually about to kiss Arata. He hesitates because the nerves have come back with a vengeance and are fluttering around in his stomach in the most cliche way possible. He starts to lean in when Arata speaks again and Takumi looses it, a nervous laugh passes and he has to pull himself back a bit to regain control of himself.

“Sorry I’m just a little nervous” he admits through another little nervous bubble of laughter.

He takes a deep breath, in and then out before he leans back in. Arata wanted to do this and so did he, there was no reason to be so nervous, they’ve agreed that nothing will happen between them after all if they don’t like the kiss. The thoughts give him the last push of confidence he needs to press his lips gently against his best friend’s in a very chaste peck.

#digitalsleuth #whispers gaaaaay #Arata evolved from waht the fuck are emotions to waht the fuck are words

That second smile, admittedly, sent his heart fluttering.

That was the kind of smile he wanted to see, and the fact he was the one who brought it out, just made it even better.

Takumi’s words played over and over in his head, letting out a small grumble “Hell no, it’s gross, they’re so sickeningly sweet, don’t you ever feel like a third wheel?” really though this conversation was far from the most important thing on his mind, thinking over all his other words which just brought his heart rate to even greater heights. Arata was pretty sure he was just going to burst all over the wall soon if he didn’t get his damn feelings under control.

“You know perfectly why. I guess it doesn’t really matter but seriously, how many openly gay people do you run into? One, if you’re lucky” another topic that didn’t matter. He really needed to stop talking just for the sake of talking at this point. It distracted him from his thoughts, which were currently occupied with the sound of Takumi’s laugh, the way he covered his face.

It just wasn’t fair, why was he so damn cute?

“I’m a jerk, I know. I really need to watch what I say... Sorry Takumi” apologizing was always so hard, but he’d do it if it meant Takumi could continue to smile. At this point, he was starting to ponder on why he loved all these things about him and came to the conclusion it may as well be love in general- He still wanted to make sure though.

Arata’s eyebrow twitches as he laughs, keeping his eyes shut but giving a frown of a pout “D-don’t laugh about this, jeez. Just do it already Takumi, you can be nervous later.” but, he wasn’t exactly offended, more so upset he hadn’t done it yet and was being a big baby.

When he finally felt Takumi’s lips on his though it was like a jolt of electricity that ran down his body- He had to resist the urge of wanting to stand on his toes from the force of it; he didn’t need to get taller. The sad thing was though, it really was such an innocent kiss and he felt kind of embarrassed that he had reacted like that.

Opening his eyes he noted that both of their faces must have been bright red, eyes looking everywhere as he tried to find the words to say, anything, at all. Eventually though he realized words weren’t going to come out any time soon, and instead reached out, framing Takumi’s face.

“I-” okay well, he managed to choke out a sound, but words were to hard and instead decided that just showing him would be much easier. With a small breath he moved in again, locking lips with a sort of passion he didn’t know he had.

He just hoped Takumi felt it too.

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“It’s a combat skirt, for your information! Not a costume.” Weiss retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She definitely spat some attitude into her tone, eyes narrow as she listened to his ‘explanation’. She was ready to rebuttal and point out that he looked like some weird mechanic (and, perhaps that’s what he was. that would explain why he seemed so pleased), until he drew out a strange device that looked similar to her own scroll.

And that’s when things got… interesting.

“What was that-!?” she snapped back, venom replacing what had been mild irritation earlier. It wasn’t uncommon for people to recognize her back in her own country, but here? “If you know my name, you must know of my status. Of course I would be attend Saint Nobella.” she conveniently ignored his demand for her to apologize, far past the point of this being a simple conflict over fashion choices.

“And just how do you know my information, hm? What is that thing, anyway? Are you some creep?”

#wintrxss #NO WHITE AFTER LABOUR DAY DON'T YOU KNOW #I'm so sorry Weiss he's a jerk #to random rude strangers anyway

“Oh, even worse.” he said back blandly, flipping through her information like it was no big deal.

“What, are you nobility or something? Oh- one sister huh? I guess that’s pretty common information too though, especially if your status actually matters. Oh, she’s cute” he smiled with a bit of a sneer, glancing between the picture on his screen and her.

He wasn’t actually comparing but he was sure bringing an older sister being better looking than you would set most girls off. They were both pretty bland to him in all actuality.

“Hmmm. Most of this shit makes no sense to me, but that’s not surprising. You dating this Ruby girl? Or you’re battle partners? Huh, sounds kind of fun.” there he goes, flipping through more information “Oh, gross. You like to sing? I bet glass shatters if you’re not careful, your voice certain is grating”

He was ignoring her question, moving the screen to side to finally answer her. “It’s a hologram screen, and I’m a hacker. Anything on a computer I can gain access to with a little work. I wonder if there’s any embarrassing pictures of you out there...”

He paused, before scoffing “Don’t get your panties in a knot, you’re not my type. Neither is your sister, on that matter, but she’s defiantly got some looks”

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“What…. are you wearing?” Weiss looks at the stranger, aghast as she gets a closer look. Having absolutely NO SHAME, the heiress continues, “Did you really put that together, and feel satisfied? Or were you just in some huge hurry?”

OK, she’s not usually this blunt to strangers (sometimes), but Weiss has yet to have her coffee…..

#wintrxss #I'M SORRY I HAD TO #ARATA WILL FIGHT FOR HIS RIGHT TO WEAR HIS JUMPER #pretends not to care #actually cares

What the hell? Arata turned around, looking at the stranger like she had a second head. Who the hell was she to judge on his outfit? “Whatever, you look like you’re off to a costume party. What’s your problem?” he shook his head, glancing down at his outfit before shrugging and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“This is what I wear on a daily basis, if you have a problem with it you’re going to have to learn how to mind your own business and leave people to what makes them happy”

Pulling out one of his hologram screens he decided to be a dick, looking up her information.

“Duly noted, Weiss Schnee, local fashion bitch. Going to Saint Nobella, huh? very prestigious. Want to keep going or are you going to mind your manners and apologize?”

He’s taking none of this bullshit. “You have your own weird fashion, others have theirs, don’t judge people based on their appearance”

Gross.

Takumi don’t be gross.

His heart had sunk at the flat out rejection, prepared to laugh it off as joke and excuse himself with the excuse of work waiting for him. It would have been enough to give him a speedy retreat before his mind could wander on to the possible things he could have meant from just those words. Of course Arata kind of back peddles a bit retracting his statement offering a compromise but that doesn’t make him feel any better, if anything it disheartens him a little bit more. He’s sure Terriermon can pick up on his change of mood and for the first time he doesn’t say anything but gives his partner looks. Takumi plasters on a smile for Arata just one big enough to hopefully ease his friend’s regret.

“Don’t force yourself,” Takumi’s words are soft before he clears his throat, “anyways it was just a joke, you don’t have to take me so seriously.”

#digitalsleuth #welp #he just wants Takumi to be happy #he's just not good at this

He wasn’t buying it.

Between the looks Terriormon was giving and realizing what he had just said he had no doubt in his mind Takumi was smiling to try and shove off whatever was bothering him.

But damnit he was so done hiding away emotions, this is how he lost the fucker in the first place and like hell he was having it happen again. “Stop that” Arata reached out, giving Takumi the lightest of slaps on the cheek “I swear to god if you start pulling this bullshit on me I’m going to hunt you down and toss you into a cold shower”

He was angry, yeah, but only at himself for not watching what he said. “Don’t go brushin’ off your feelings like they’re nothing! I don’t-” Arata paused, unsure of what exactly it was he wanted to say “Just- Fucking do it. If you want to kiss me so bad than do it, I’m giving you permission; you wear your damn heart of your sleeve, and I guess it’ll prove to us both what exactly we want.” and that’s really just one of the things he liked best about him, wasn’t it? Arata was aware he had more or less just confessed his own confusing thoughts, but he hoped it was subtle enough Takumi wouldn’t notice.

“You’ve got girls all over you though, so no idea why in the world you want to kiss a jerk like me” he’s waiting, trying not to look to irritated, but it really wasn’t directed at Takumi. “Hurry up before I chicken out and we end up avoiding each other for weeks”

Because what the ever loving hell are emotions.

“... I don’t know what’s wrong with you but if it’s REALLY that much of an emergency I guess you can have a kiss on the cheek?”

Yeah he’s regretting what he said so hard

#cybersleuth #HE WANTS TO BE MAD #BUT HE CAN'T

QUICK, PUT YOU LIPS ON MINE ITS AN EMERGENCY!

“T-takumi, what the hell kind of emergency would require that?” it was hard to deny the blush that was now on his face, crossing his arms and looking away with a huff.

“Unless you’re dying you don’t need CPR, you idiot”

Okay but, to be honest he had almost started to lean in and do exactly as he had been asked before he realized what that exactly was; and now he’s looking angry, frustrated... At himself mostly.

“Tck, don’t be gross, Takumi”

.... He might regret saying that, but he’s ignoring it, scowling at the ground.

#what do I even tag this as #oops it turned to angst #digitalsleuth

Ai⨷ba >> Takumi! [8:32 AM] >> Poyomon evolved into Tokomon last night [8:32 AM]

Said digimon was currently bouncing around the apartment, quite happy with it’s new body and slight increase in strength, eventually settling on Arata’s head, which was fine, the digimon was still really light.

Ai⨷ba >> If you’re free today you should come say hello and congratulate Tokomon [8:33 AM]

#digitalsleuth #the winner has been choosen

Takumi’s lips quirk into a smile at the last text that hits his phone and he spends a few moments just reading it over. Sure it meant something was probably up, but it was nice to see Arata relying on him again, he missed it after the other had grown distant from him and Nokia and rarely even left them messages over the Digiline. The now constant string of texts through out the day and shared classes is a comfort.

[Ai⨷ba] ⪼ [Bƚue B▢x] {4:10 p.m}

fruit for the little ones, pizza and cinna stix for us, got it

[Ai⨷ba] ⪼ [Bƚue B▢x] {4:11 p.m}

i can grab a movie too, make it a real guys night in?

Terriermon was already listing off a few movies they could nab before heading out to grab the food and making a beeline for Arata’s apartment. He wasn’t too sure if Arata would be all for the growing list of Disney and Studio Ghibli movies that his partner is requesting already. Then again maybe Howls Moving Castle or Spirited away is just what they needed.

[Ai⨷ba] ⪼ [Bƚue B▢x] {4:15 p.m}

Terriermon recommends Spirited Away

[Ai⨷ba] ⪼ [Bƚue B▢x] {4:15 p.m}

and one big hug coming up, i’ll see you in 30 minutes

[Ai⨷ba] ⪼ [Bƚue B▢x] {4:17 p.m}

unless there’s anything else you need?

#digitalsleuth #whispers gaaaaay

Yeah he’s... Still kicking himself in the ass for not being the bigger man and just talking to them. It would have saved them all a lot of trouble and they probably wouldn’t have lost Takumi, even if it was for a little while.

Ai⨷ba >> Sure? Whatever you think is best, I’ve probably seen it already [4:12 pm]

Admittedly he probably watches more movies than he should and it’s severely cutting into homework time. He’d much rather be watching movies or reading comics and manga anyway, school left him feeling bored and sometimes he swore he only showed up because Takumi was expecting him

Ai⨷ba >> Seen it, but I’m happy to watch it again [4:16 pm] >> I said a hug, not a big hug! [4:16 pm]

>> No, that’s it, I’ll see you soon. [4:17 pm]

Grumbling at his phone he dropped it on the couch, sinking into the cushion with a deep sigh. How did Takumi leave him happy and frustrated all at the same time? Although he’s not to sure where the frustration was coming from, not to mention just the thought of seeing him was making his stomach flutter-

Which was stupid he had seen him like, five hours ago at the agency.

Watching Keramon as he plopped down beside him he gave another sigh, the digimon’s mouth moving silently but Arata understood him anyway “I don’t know? Nothing’s really wrong... I’m just being stupid” shaking his head he reached out, rubbing the digimon on it’s head “Don’t worry, I’m fine, really. It’s probably some kind of separation anxiety since... Well yeah, I’m lucky I even have you back”

Keramon moved over, giving Arata and hug by wrapping around him “For a digimon some people fear you’re such a suck up” oops he’s laughing, more than content to play with Keramon for now until Takumi showed up.

Hello it is I, the mun.

One of the digimon this nerd is taking care of are going to evolve so I made a poll

Ya’ll can vote here and decide who and later into what

Thanks guys!

#ooc #[1/5]#plz vote

Anxious for the wrong reasons // Arata

@bigbro-hacker

“I should turn around, now.”

Terriermon tugged on locks of Takumi’s hair when he had tried to turn around, each tug was harsher than the last. The disgruntled Digimon wasn’t pleased with him as he had almost turned around and headed back to the Agency at least three times. Its not like he’s nervous or anything, it was just a dance and he was going with Arata if anything he’s excited to spend a lot more time with his friend. However, he is a bit anxious, just a tad, enough to keep smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in his shirt and try to pat down his hair where Terriermon has been tugging and tangling his locks together.

“I look weird don’t I?”

“You look fine Takumi.”

“You’re just saying that because I feed you and you really want to go to the dance.”

Terriermon didn’t bother to say anything in response as they approached the door to Arata’s apartment. He does reach his hand out with every intention to knock, but holds himself back taking a moment to consider turning around again. A sharp tug on his hair again snatched those thoughts away and tossed them out the window. He frowns throwing a glance at the Digimon perched on his shoulder before knocking on the door a few times.

“I just feel really naked without my goggles, what if something happens?”

“You’ll be fine,” Terriermon disregards the sleuth’s worries, “its a dance you’re not going to need them, now knock again I want to go already! I’m hungry!”

Takumi snorts and knock on the door again, “Hey Arata, are you ready or do you need a few minutes?”

He wasn’t too early right?

#digitalsleuth #fh event #fh firefly dance

At the current moment Arata was just staring at himself in the mirror. He felt so... Out of place; which was the nice way to put it. Sighing as folded the sleeve of his shirt out so it wouldn’t be visible under the jacket he was mildly glad that all of his digimon were either the silent type or spoke in squeaks.

“I look weird, don’t I?” Arata asked the gaggle of baby digimon, who just stared at him before giving a chorus of happy squeaks, even Keramon gave an encouraging clap or two.

Feeling his face go red he grabbed his jacket, throwing it on and shoving his phone in his pocket just in time to hear the door- Takumi was here already.

Giving himself one more look over he figured he was as good as he was going to get, hell he had even brushed his hair and put it up in a pony tail. Takumi had asked for him to dress well and this was as ‘well’ as it was going to get.

Taking a quick, deep breath Arata threw the door open, keeping a frown on his face although he had to admit, Takumi looked amazing, and he suddenly felt like a slob- Nope, not wearing a tie, he was going like this and that was final.

“No, I’m ready to go, Keramon, lets go.” he turned his head as the digimon floated up beside him, only for it to glow and devolve, tucking itself onto Arata’s shoulder. Sometimes he really wished he could just bring Keramon out as he was... “Lead the way, I’m starting to feel awkward just standing here” he mumbled, stepping out into the hall way and locking the door behind him; only to shove his hands in his pockets like usual with that ‘tough guy’ look.

“Going to just chill under the buffet table all night, Terriormon?”

[[Diginapping]] - Closed

He let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding as the other seemed to drop their hostility. Letting a small smile find his lips he leaned down to look at the small digimon that was peeking out of his partners arm. “Sorry for giving you a scare little guy” He apologized before turning his attention back to the other.

“There are five of us here including myself. There is my older brother Yamato and his partner Gabumon, our neighbours Hikari and Taich and their digimon Gatomon and Agumon. As well as a friend of ours Mimi and Palmon. Though, I don’t think I’ve ever heard the term tamer before… Is that why you have more than one?” He asked, genuinely curious.

Before he could answer the other’s final question he was cut off by the cry of his name, as a familiar creature came flying through the air, landing on his head with a look of nervous apprehension on it’s face, babbling that it thought something was wrong and he came right away. Chuckling, TK reached up to scoop the orange digimon into his arms. “This little loudmouth is Patamon, and as I am sure you heard, I’m Takeru, though TK is find too if that’s easier”

The Poyomon gave a weak little squeak before leaning up against Arata again, although the little digimon had visibly relaxed. It seemed the apology was accepted although it still stood that the little guy wasn’t feeling well.

Listening to the information he kept it on mind for later, it was good to know who else was in the area you never knew when SOMETHING was going to blow up now a days. Plus there was an Agumon AND a Gabumon, which meant Omnimon and that made him feel loads better. “I’m a hacker, tamer is just a nicer way of putting it, but yes” Oh, well that answered his question. Arata blinked at the orange puffball “It looks like a fatter version of Terriormon” sorry Patamon, no offense, you cutie.

“Nice to meet you, Takeru, Patamon. I’m Arata and Keramon is my partner, although I’m able to store and tame other Digimon as well. That being said, I don’t know why you’re so scared of him and I don’t know if this will help but the worst thing Keramon does is pretend to haunt my apartment building”

He was watching, Patamon in particular on what his reaction would be.

#hopesxwings

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“Wait, your friend got Piemon hired as an…. online circus clown? How?” Tai couldn’t do it, he couldn’t imagine the Dark Master parading himself around doing juggling tricks for the amusement of others, he was more likely to turn them all into keychains for his collection.

Definitely a different Piemon.

Tai prodded at the cut on his cheek, it was still bleeding a little, “Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to have any on you would you?”

#crestofcovrage #pats the Tai #shhh just don't go near the weird clowns #they're all trouble

“Dunno, all I know is the Piemon sent the request to have my friend help him find a job. Eventually he found that ring leader and the guy was happily working there for a while” until - Well.

Better believe it though, that Piemon was the happiest digimon in the world from what he heard. Personally Arata would like to stick with his Piemon, being turned into a keychain doesn’t sound pleasant.

“Yeah, one second” he’s team dad, don’t you know? He has a whole medkit on him. Just a small travel sized one but still. Pulling it out of his bag he offered it up. “... You’re a tamer too then? Who’s your partner?”

[[Diginapping]] - Closed

He should have expected hostility. If this person was a thief, of course he wasn’t going to just hand back over his stolen digimon without a fight.. And if he wasn’t, no normal person would just let themselves be manhandled in public without some sort of reaction…

Stumbling slightly to keep his footing after the stranger shoved him away he frowned, the angry fog in his mind clearing enough to noticed that Poyomon seemed more attached to this person than himself, and as the angered hissed words hit his ears he realized that this boy was right. There were hundreds of Poyomon, just like there were hundreds of Patamon, the odds of seeing them in the real world were so slim that he had allowed himself to jump on impulse.

Opening his mouth to explain his mistake, he quickly shut it when another familiar face appeared, though one he was even less excited to see.

Keramon.

His eyes widened, staring at the creature that had caused them more than a nightmare years before, and while he was trying to convince himself that this was another case of “another digimon” but it was hard to accept when his anxiety was already spiked from thinking he was losing his partner, so to add that creature on top of it… It was not a good feeling.

Holding up both hands he quickly shook his head. “Look, there is some sort of mistake here! I didn’t know there was other digimon in the city besides the people I know, I didn’t mean to start something” He insisted, never tearing his eyes away from Keramon.

“I don’t want to fight you ok? I just was worried I was losing my partner… It’s a touchy subject”

He didn’t even flinch; he knew Keramon had that effect on people and if this guy was a tamer he’s probably met some bad versions. This little shit still caused problems but he wasn’t EVIL or anything.

Glancing between the kid and his partner he gave a sigh “Back you go Keramon, I’ll call you if I need you” the digimon gave a little wave to T.K before disappearing again, leaving Arata frowning at him.

He didn’t really blame him, he’d probably just go straight up and punch a guy if he thought they had one of his digimon. “All right, fair enough” sighing deeply he nudged Poyomon out of the crook of his arm, who looked at Takeru bashfully.

“What other tamers are here? What digimon do they have- Are all of you afraid of Keramon?” man he could gather a lot from a conversation, couldn’t he?” actually- Arata glanced around, trying to find another digimon in the area “Do you even have your partner with you?” sorry for all the questions, he’s actually kind of excited to find other people with digimon.

#hopesxwings

[[Diginapping]] - Closed

@bigbro-hacker

Takeru did his best to stifle a yawn, making his way through the evening air towards his apartment. It was late, but the sun still hung lazily in the sky as he walked; his basketball practice having run late again.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts he frowned, not used to walking by himself without his ever talkative partner resting ontop his head… But he usually left Patamon at home during school especially on days where he had basketball practice, after all it was hardly fun for the little guy when he could have more fun with Gabumon back home.

Though as he rounded a corner; he was pulled from his thoughts when a familiar looking creature caught his eye, resting in the arms of a stranger.

Poyomon.

It was rare for TK to see that form of his digimon, but he knew it anywhere. A frown immediately pulled at his features, protective instinct flaring in his chest as he made his way to the stranger, grabbing their arm. He knew he was probably being too rough, but he’d lost his digimon once before. and the very idea of it happening again was enough to set off a panic in him that overrode any logic and rational thought.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going with him!?”