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Post by kera on Sept 5, 2011 5:15:28 GMT -5
The bangle's smooth surface caught the light beautifully, glistening as Gomamon held it up toward the lamp. She twisted her claws back and forth to let the designs catch the light in different ways. Her smile widened for a moment before she pulled it away, holding it tentatively before her.
Currently, the digimon was leaning against the arm of the couch inside the small apartment that belonged to Evan. He had left earlier for reasons he did not care to specify and left her alone. This was fine with her, though, she did not mind having the time for herself. It gave her a chance to play with some of the items she had... ahem... acquired in different ways. Pressed up against her chest on the arm of the couch were three more bangles she had retrieved from a hiding place in the house. They all varied slightly in decoration, but despite this were all rather simple.
She curled her paw and scooped up the other bangles. She pressed all four of them together so they could line up and attempted to slide them onto her wrist. This was a difficult task thanks to her large paws. After some straining and a bit of wiggling the things back and forth, she managed to slide them on. A small squeak of victory - along with it being a squeak of slight frustration at the final sting she got from that last push - escaped her and she grinned. She held up the paw and wiggled her arm, becoming very happy at the tink tink tinkling sounds that the four bangles produced as they were jostled around.
Letting out a sigh, the digimon slumped forward on the couch, letting her arms dangle down toward the floor. Her back feet relaxed facing forward, so she was able to brace herself easily. She poked her claws toward the carpet, letting them swing while her one arm twitched for those jingling sounds.
The human world sure was different. For one thing, it sounded completely different from what she was used to. Little bug noises, some sudden scuffles in the distance (or nearby if scary enough), but generally the place could get pretty quiet. Peaceful and quiet.
This human world was crazy, though! Not only were there so little trees (only a few within sight, and those were in mere patches of dirt, can you believe it!?) but there was constant noise! People were always moving around, being loud. Those massive machines that Evan had called cars were also the source of a lot of the noise here. They were much higher and inside now, but she could still hear them bustling around outside. "I wonder where they're all going?" she muttered to her bangles before jingling them again as though they were answering. She was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I wonder where Evan was going?"
She started to casually paw at the bangles to try to get them off. It became apparent very quickly that getting them on was the easier task. She bit at her lip and started digging her claw in, twisting it around along the inner parts of the bangles one at a time to try to pry them off. It took quite some effort, but after several minutes she managed to get one off. Now for the other three.
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Post by evan on Sept 6, 2011 13:05:49 GMT -5
Oh how he loathed grocery shopping. Not only did it waste so much time that he could have been spending on other, more interesting endeavors, but in this particular grocery store, half the items of food were unidentifiable. There were way too many things to choose from, and it hardly helped that he could barely read any of the labels, save for those things that were imported. Back home in London he normally didn't deal with anything more elaborate then a cheeseburger, but now that he was forced to buy and make his own food, he found he had little to no skills whatsoever, both in the kitchen and in the store itself. Fortunately he had more or less managed, by improvising, though the results of this were interesting to say the least, and at times he wished he had a friend who could just come to his place and cook every night. The only reason he had gone to the store at all was thanks to his discovery this morning that there was pretty much zero things edible in the house, and had darted out without even informing Gommaon where he was headed. He couldn't have brought her anyway, as he needed all his hands and arms free for the five or six heavy bags he had just paid for and was now lugging home at a snails pace.
It took Evan a good half hour to get home, due to both his pace and the fact his place wasn't anywhere near the store..or at least as close as he would have liked it to be. His arms ached and he was certain that he was developing a bruise on his thigh where a part of one of the bags kept colliding with it. All in all it had been anything but a pleasant experience and all he wanted now was to drop everything the second he got through the door and collapse on the nearest cushioned surface. He just hoped Gommaon had more or less not trashed the place; not that he expected he to..one just never knew. The door had been left unlocked; mainly because he had misplaced his key somewhere, and trusted that Gom would apprehend anyone that possibly tried to steal anything. Of course he hadn't actually TOLD her this and was merely assuming.
Nudging the door handle with his elbow, he heard the satisfying click of the door being released, then paused a moment before kicking the door open as obnoxiously as possible, probably leaving a dent in the wall behind it.
"Did you miss meh Gom?!" he practically shouted, even though it wasn't necessary in his two room apartment. "Bet you were dead bored without meh." The house looked okay at least, but he couldn't see where his companion had got to at the moment from where he was standing. As he spoke, he tramped into the place, tracking a bit of dirt in along with the shoes he couldn't actually take off just yet, and kicking the door closed again, letting it slam once more.
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Post by kera on Sept 10, 2011 10:08:30 GMT -5
The door was suddenly kicked open with a loud BANG and Gomamon proceeded to fall right off the side of the couch. Heart hammering in her chest, temporarily unable to remember where in all hell she was, the little digimon flailed crazily to try to get off of her head and onto a more comfortable and upright position. She wheezed out an odd combination of syllables that did not quite mature into words, brought on by the shock of loud noise and having all the weight of her body on her face. When the little digimon did manage to right herself, she started pawing frantically at her arm to try to get the bangles off. Her sudden need to get them off NOW, however, made it utterly impossible for them to ever come off of her arm ever.
"HI EVAN HI EVAN YOU DIDN'T EXPLODE WHERE WERE YOU I WAS BORED YEAH OUT OF MY MIND!" She winced at the second slam, worried at this point that he might be angry or frustrated. "Are you okay? Did something bad happen?" She managed to get one more bangle off and quickly shoved the two free ones underneath the couch. The other two would have to remain on her arm until the day she died.
She rushed forward, keeping her arm and part of her body hidden by the corner of the couch. She could not stop herself from rubbing it against the fabric in stupid attempts to get it off. The fabric, however, was too flimsy and soft. She would need to claw at it some more, and calmly.
But wait, what was that smell? It was... so heavenly! Her stomach gurgled obnoxiously as her sensitive nose caught whiff of some of the lesser sealed delectables within the bags the boy had brought with him.
"What's in the bags?" she asked, trying not to sound too eager but most likely failing miserably.
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