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Post by niklas on Oct 3, 2012 22:32:58 GMT -8
it's dull, the world around him. despite the colors that surrounds him, he prefers it that way. the muted colors are far more impressive than an obnoxious red.
this world is as he expects. it's fake. around him are mimicry of reality. it is deceitful how digimon online had managed. the stores and shops mimicked the designs of the latest stores and buildings, even the pub was similar to the real world.
his partner, the damnable thing flying around his head like a busy bee, struggles to keep up with him. useless creature of a digital monster it is, monimon is made for this world, tethering one to reality. they are an anomaly, neither living nor simply data.
he takes a seat beside the man at the counter and orders a drink as monimon rests on the counter, fidgeting. it's annoying him, but he can't get rid of it. the creature is bound to him, and he needs its protection. he hasn't found her yet, but he isn't giving up.
váli glances to his left spotting the man for the first time. he orders another drink, this time for him, before he takes a gulp of his own.
"drink. that is what you are here for."
the men around them, lame as they were, are all imbeciles for falling to the vodka. this is a game, to remove drunkenness all one needs to do is to think.
he lets the glass rest against the counter as he watches. attracted by the flickering lights, his gaze focus's on the other's chest, above where his heart should have been.
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