Subject: Coffee Break [open to staff] 333 views

[sir cuddles]

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[/tr][/table][STYLE=width:457; padding:15; font-family:arial; font-size:12; line-height: 12px; text-align:justify; background-color:f5f5f5;]The day always started out with the metal shine of white, tinted with the faintest shade of blue wrapping in his vision. This and the cool chill and hum of the computers were just information being fed to his brain. It was how his day logging in always started but he did have a life outside too. Not something he told about often but he was a fair guy. He did give some hints.

"Whew!" he exclaimed aloud in a volume that obviously wanted to be heard and noticed. He got a few glances at most, ones that were almost wary as he strolled out of the gate, stretching his arms. Many decided to pay no mind, programmers typing away in their keyboards and staffers talking among themselves. "What a day! I could use a-a-ahh-naap right now," he said, stifling a yawn.

"Nonsense, Sir Cuddles," came Palmon X's pompous voice and attitude. Sir Cuddles had forgotten about him for a moment. "It's nine in the morning! I need my skin greened and healthy from fresh, morning sunlight."

"Nine in the morning?" Sir Cuddles faked a gasp. "Oooh, you should have joined me in my morning jog. I did a hit and run on my neighbor's flower pots. They were blocking the parkway."

"Morning jog? That sounds like a - you, what?" Palmon X shouted, his tamer's words registering. Sir Cuddles was looking around, too distracted and unconcerned to care for his livid Digimon. "How dare you destroy -"

"I was joking, Pally," Sir Cuddles replied smoothly, finding his next pray. Suddenly, he leaped to the nearest staff member he could find, throwing his arm around the person's shoulder. "SUP DUDE."[/div][STYLE=height:5; width:487; background-color:000000;][/div][STYLE=height:10; width:487; background-color:f5f5f5;][/div][STYLE=width:440; font-family:courier new; font-size:10; text-align:center;]ganesha of btn[/div][/center]

[aesop]

aesop's grip on the handle of his mug tightened. never mind the thoughts he was ruminating about as the faint wisps of smoke rose from his mug. they disappeared as soon as sir cuddles wrapped one of his long, long arms around his shoulder. he could have sworn the man had given him a light squeeze, but spent no longer than a second on that thought as he spoke, quietly.

"good morning," he said, before raising the mug to his mouth. he took a sip, allowed the silence to settle in - god knew it wasn't going to last long - and turned to the game moderator. sure enough, palmon x was a distance away from the man. his own digimon, a fellow x-antibody digimon wasn't around, however.

"i'm going off shift soon. can't stay too long in this damn cubicle."

[sir cuddles]

When Sir Cuddles is around, silence was not allowed.

"Awww, claustrophobic? D:" Whereas Aesop seemed to be familiar with Sir Cuddles, he had no idea who this guy was. All the more better. What better way to start the (online) day by making a new friend? "It's 'kay, dude. We're not meant to work on paperwork, anyway. I don't do those nasty things!" His arm retreated back until his hand was on Aesop's shoulder. His other hand had also rested on the other should. Sir Cuddles began to massage him. "You're welcome to come to my cubicle any time..." he whispered.

"Where's your partner?" Palmon X asked, placing his leafy hands on his waist. He wasn't concerned for Aesop's absent Digimon but just as a human preferred to talk with another human, Palmon X would instinctively start a conversation with another Digimon instead. When there had been none around, it had made Palmon X suspicious. He also liked sizing up other Digimon to see how inferior they were compared to him.