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[ensenga]

It's been just five minutes into the game and already he's impressed. The warmth of the morning sun shining upon him, the breeze running through his hair, the crumble of dirt beneath his boots; he takes a breath, tastes the crispness of city air, and surveys the area. From his place near a bench by the city wall, the tiled streets look as if they run forever on into the distance, the people upon them shrinking from lively faces to crowds of moving specks.

There's a swelling in his heart as he looks out toward the horizon. How many players are there in this city, and how many are there online right now, exploring this playground they share? The detail is vivid and the earth feels alive; truly it's as if they've discovered an entirely different world.

"Can we do something already?" a voice squeaks from behind him. "I'm booooored."

"Gimme a moment, man," Ensenga says. "I gotta scope this place out. Might be looking at the future of gaming right here, you know?"

There's a groan and a soft thump. He glances back; his Digimon partner, a White Lopmon, has flopped down on the bench, head buried in his long ears. Perhaps instead of the virtual reality, Ensenga should be more impressed with the AI instead; it's unlike anything he's ever experienced, and though they've met for all of a few minutes, he already has to remind himself that the creature he's talking to is made not of blood but of data.

Data or not though, it's difficult to just watch him pout like that. Smiling, Ensenga kneels down his height and says, "Alright, alright, let's go do something then. Whatever you want too, man."

"Really?!" the Digimon exclaims as he jumps up. His blue eyes are shining so enthusiastically that Ensenga can't help but keel over.

"Christ, you're cute."

"But of course!" the rabbit-like creature says while puffing his chest out. "White Lopmon are just naturally adorable!"

"Oh!" Ensenga says, looking up suddenly. "I totally know why! It's 'cause you look like my pet mice!"

"Your pet mice?"

"Yeah," he says with a wide smile, "I've got two of them back home. Their names are Spoon and Fork."

"... Those are names?"

"D'ahhh, they're so cute!" Ensenga says, his smile growing into a grin. "They've got these little pink noses and they're so curious and they don't bite at all even though people are all scared of them and everything," he stops to sigh disappointingly before continuing, "but anyway they're also tiny with fuzzy white fur and seeing you totally reminded me of them so of course we had to be partners!"

"That's why you chose me?!"

"Actually," Ensenga mutters, eying the three horns atop his White Lopmon, "I just got an excellent idea. White Lopmon is way too long and way too generic of a name, so I'm gonna give you a nickname." He grins. "How's Spork?"

"Why are all these names eating utensils?!"

"Spork," he says, slowly. "I like it! It rolls off the tongue."

"No way!" Spork wails while tugging at his long ears. "I don't want such an uncute naaame!"

Ensenga draws back, covering his own ears. Yeah, he's impressed with this game all right; this guy yells loud.

[mira]

The game was everything she had hoped and more, she inhaled deeply and looked around her. Her eyes were open wide, taking in the clear picture. Mira's heart fluttered in her chest as she she finally looked down at her new partner, Calumon. His fur was so white and clean, the purple so vibrant, his eyes alive and dancing in the light. It was just enough to start a trail of tears rolling down her face.

Hey, you're leaking! You better get that fixed, or you'll never be able to go on adventures! The little digimon squeaked, jumping up into the air and hovering in front of her face. Besides, you look a little funny with water coming out of your face. Mira sniffed and giggled at the little guys comment, yeah, she probably did look like a big baby crying for no good reason. Running a hand through her long hair, she took another look around her trying to dry up her tears.

Dropping her hand back to her side, she started to turn back to Calumon. Well... You see... This is the first time- She cut herself off as she noticed that the little white puffball was no where in sight. At first she was in shock, just staring at the place where he had been for a moment. Could he just leave her like that? Was that possible?

That's when she started to panic.

Calumon? Where are you? She turned a full circle, putting all the sight seeing on the back burner in her panic. She scanned the crowd, looking for him and then started running.

Calumon, where could you be...

She frantically looked down the allies she passed and called out for Calumon. It was only when she stopped to catch her breathe for a second that she noticed an arrow. Having no other leads, she decided to follow it.

She followed it down two allies and past many people before she saw him. He was drifting in the sky, looking down on the street acting like he was looking for something with his big green eyes. Mira put her hands on either side of her mouth and called out to him, but he seemed not to hear her. She started to run, hoping to catch up and be noticed or at least close enough for her to be heard.

That's when it hit her... Or more accurately, she hit him. Not paying attention to where she was going, she had run right into another player and knocked herself into the dirt. She let out a sharp squeal as she landed square on her back, knocking the breath out of her. After a moment of shock, the scenario came rushing back to her, and she sat up quickly. Automatically she blushed as she saw the boy, turning her cheeks a pinkish red color, and hid her face behind her hair.

Oh no... I hope he's not hurt...

As she looked back up and opened her mouth to speak, her eyes got watery. She dropped her head and closed her mouth and her eyes for a second, then tried again but with her eyes closed.

I've never seen her turn this color before... Hey, kuru! You broke her, you big meany! She felt little furry hands on her cheeks after the comment and her eyes began watering again. You made her leak again too! You better fix this, or no playtime for you kuru! Mira quickly grabbed the little furry ball that she knew to be Calumon and shushed him, she didn't need enemies, and slamming into him was bad enough.

Mira-lady, why are your eyes still closed? The little digimon whispered, picking at one of her eyelids.

Hey, kuru! Did you take her eyes too? He demanded, taking his attention off of his tamer.

Mira giggled, and hid her mouth behind her hand at Calumon's inquisition. He may be little, but he has no trouble sticking up for her. The thought made her heart flutter again. She felt his hands return to her eye lids and she opened them really fast, making him jump a little and laugh.

The little digimon was so cute that she had forgotten all about chasing him, and even almost forgotten about the person she run into.

[ensenga]

Is this karma for poking fun at his partner or something? Ensenga's just laughing goodnaturedly at the White Lopmon's wailing when suddenly he finds the air knocked out of his lungs by some force that sends him reeling to the floor. Reflexively he extends his arms down and manages to prevent himself from totally falling over, but there's a sharp pain that scrapes past his palms and leaves them stinging even after his heart's stopped jumping.

"I guess that's something else to be impressed by," Ensenga thinks, wincing as he sits up on the ground. "Even the pain feels real in this world." He hears snickering to his side and glances up only to grimace and roll his eyes; his White Lopmon's rolled over on the bench, pointing and giggling at him. Another voice turns his attention in front of him though, to the tamer who had crashed into him and the Digimon fussing over her. And Christ, it's just one adorable thing after another today; this girl's cuteness level is over the top, with the hiding behind her hair and the blushing and the crying and she's just totally cute okay. Even her Digimon (a Calumon, he learns after a moment of staring) is cute, though the words coming out of his mouth are not as much.

"Hey, I didn't do anything to her!" Ensenga argues. "You guys crashed into me!" he wants to add but holds back; a true gentleman would never accuse a girl despite being totally right. Instead, he's gotta look good, gotta look cool, gotta look smooth in front of a lady. Even if he did just fall ungracefully on the ground. Not his fault though.

Standing, Ensenga pats the dirt off his palms, gratefully noting that while still red, they're not stinging as much anymore. "Here," he says, extending a hand toward the girl and her Digimon. "You alright?"


(randomly decided i wanted to use icons lol)