#rm:sami

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@panickypeachboy

For a moment, Momotaro gave a strange look to the mysterious person. But after organizing his thoughts about what the request meant, the peach boy simply nodded.

Sure, Momotaro wasn’t great at talking but…if it could help this person, he will try!

Yes, it was strange that this grown man was asking a child about half his height for this kind of help. But on the other hand, this kid was carrying a massive sword. No one else around them was carrying a massive sword. So, if the mean people with knives saw him hanging around a kid with a massive sword, maybe they’d back the heck off.

“Thank you! You don’t even have to, uh, talk or anything, like, I’ll handle the, um, finer nuances of conversation and stuff, like, don’t even trip, man, it’s all good. I mean, it’s not all good, I’m trying to, like, not die, but, uh, hi! Sami. The name’s Sami. I’m, uh, Sami. I probably shoulda said that first, yeah?”

In his anxious state, everything was coming out in a rush.

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@digital-lights

“A coffee huh?, well… Uh… Sure!, sounds nice…” The dorumon nodded, the purple boy smiling some, though he looked young at the time, his purple fur sure had a couple of scars, and was quite big too, the digimon knew how to talk as well… It was… curious to say the least.

“I mean,” Sami said, already beginning to lead the Digimon towards the nearest café, “Normally I buy people mixed drinks, y’know, cocktails or whatever, but, unless I’m mistaken, you’re still too young for that stuff, right?” 

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@embersiisms

“Okay, you’re gonna have to break this down for me,” Sami said, peering into the pastry cabinet. “Like, oh my god, that chocolate croissant looks amazing, but it’s not gonna, like, fuck up my diet or anything, right? How much sugar is in one of those things?”

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@lrper

“Hmm?” The voice caught her attention as she turned her head around to see the pink-haired male with cat ears matching its color. At that moment, her eyes were already filled with curiosity. As always, many questions pop in her head, including what was this ‘vaping’ he was mentioning.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind. I’m just here to watch the sky anyways.” She replied with a small welcoming smile.

“Ah, cool, cool.” He’d actually tucked the vape pen back into his pocket the moment she replied. Someone, a few months back, told him that it was rude for him to focus on that device instead of actual conversation, and since then, he tried to be more conscious with his use.

He made his way to the balcony, resting his forearms against the railing. “It’s hella nice at night, isn’t it? You can still see a far stars up here. If you get closer to downtown, and all the artificial light, you can’t really see any of that.”

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@briarsthorn

“Dude I’m like three hundred basically and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing ever. I don’t think anyone does. Shit’s confusing all the time.”

“Three hundred? No way!” The catman’s a little shocked; this is far from the first nonhuman guy he’s met, but still, it’s a bit of a shock each time. “Oh my god, man, I’ve gotta get skincare tips from you. You’re, like, ten times my age, but you look wayyy younger than I do!”