Kick-Back [Open]

[Xenneth Hikari]

“Toils, fights, and drama always followed,
Not a moment of my life could I ever relax!”

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“Let‘s go to Yosuba Land! Yay!”

Already, his head was hurting and there was one powerful migraine from the screaming in his ears. By the time he could even fathom what had happened, he stood on shaded plank walk of brown wood of a pier with his nicest white pair of sneakers, his blue eyes catching glimpses of colorful blue, red, and yellow lights from a giant rotating wheel, and the night winds that chilled his exposed flesh while sweeping at his violet head of hair. It was clear that his arrival in Yosuba Land was all that his little sister had dreamed seeing she had been jumping up and down almost snatching his arm out of the socket.

Rosetta was still young, twelve to be exact. She had been excited for some of the most things compared to that of a sixteen year old like Xenneth who had been to Yosuba Land once or twice. The last time he could think of it, he was probably nine, so seeing Rosetta’s age at that time, the young house “Princess” had not had the good memory to exactly fathom her time in Yosuba Land like the young boy could. He had forgotten almost all of it, good things just for trying to keep away the bad, but lately something had drawn him out of that dark shades of his life and threw him into a spiraling world of excitement.

“What are we waiting for then? a bitter, squeaky voice cooed from the backpack that was strapped to Xenneth’s shoulders. Fromit, it almost seemed as if a flower bloomed with the mouth of the pull sack had been aligned with petals. However, these petals had connected to the neck of a rounded head that was shaped like blossom with the lower bit having a maw of a mouth and the two openings on the sides revealing to be eyes to revealed the true form as they opened. “I want some of that ‘Cottoned Candy’ Rosetta-chan was talking about! Let’s get moving!”

Floramon had never failed to be rash.

She was one reason that the violet haired boy had been moving more lately. Hearing her was like having a baby strapped to you as you traveled places. Except of whining and crying, it complained and belittled you every bit of the way because of the choice of whom it was born to. If a child could complain about the parent at the age of six months, Xenneth had a feeling that this was what it would sound like seeing in summary, the personality of floral Digimon was like that of a spoiled and meddling brat.

“Okay, okay!” Xenneth had exclaimed in a nervous manner as he looked around, “Now will you get back in the backpack? Someone will see you!”

“Oh no! Not until you get moving slowpoke! You‘re going to mess up the night that me and Rosetta-chan have planned with how slow you are! I‘m not getting into any backpack until you get your backside to use those two skinny stems you call ‘legs‘ moving to that pier over there!”

As more as ever, she was difficult, hard to control. She was a mean something, and Xenneth could not even manage to quiet her down whenever he asked of anything. She had a habit of teasing him, making fun of his physical make-up, and even trying to give her type of “help” which made things worse. Sure, he was not the smartest boy, he was not good at P.E, and he was not good at speaking to girls like Hitomi-senpai; but at least he tried to do whatever he could when it came to family. Stuck in this routine, he made an effort of not “expressing” himself and simply trying to cling on to what he has instead of fighting for what he wanted.

It made Floramon sick!

“Behave, Floramon,” Rosetta had spoke with her sweet smile on her face as she looked up to the Backpack nestled upon her brother’s shoulders, “If we get into trouble, then big brother will be stressed because he has a Digimon. I don‘t want anything to happen to Floramon nor Big Brother, so you should try to get along and listen to him, okay?”

“W-w-well…o-okay, Rosetta-chan! S-sorry!”

As usual, no respect! When it came to Rosetta, whether Digimon or human being, everyone had listened to her and gave into her charm. It had made Xenneth feel uncomfortable. If he could not get some strange alien creature to listen to him more than his under aged sister, what could he do?

“Okay! Let‘s go!”

As he walked upon Yosuba Land with his sister’s hand in tow, she seemed especially excited about the park. The night was so nice, that even the young girl had seemed to see familiar friends and their mother. He knew Ms. Mari from a few apartments down. Since the Hikari Family had seemed to be popular because of their Flower Shop and the other part of the family ran a Bakery, the woman and her children got a double dose of the smells of freshly baked cakes and rare and exotic flowers from all over the worlds.

“Rosetta-chan! No! Don‘t leave me with this boy!”

It could have not been any more insulting as Xenneth waved a farewell to his sister who would spend time with her friends leaving Xenneth alone with Floramon. Yosuba Land was big, but to the young boy, it seemed to desolate. The surroundings were filled with bright lights and booming laughter that emitted from the rides. Teens hung out here as well as children, and even though the young boy was in High School, he was not very popular. If anything, he was practically the joke they were most likely talking about considering his estranged appearance.

He had begun to walk along the pier of Yosuba Land as out of all the rides, bright colors, and people his place was with the fresh air and crashing waves of the pier’s edge. He had almost walked like a moth to the brightest light as he could only stop for one purpose and it was to stuff a big fluff of cotton candy into his backpack which followed with the sound wrestling and gulping that came from the Digimon hidden in the pack eating the delectable treat.

His arms leaned upon the pier’s wooden rail, his blue eyes colored by the lunar glow rather than the bright attraction lights behind him, and the winds had given an even more powerful sweep along his violet hair as he was left lone rather than surrounded by close company. The only thing near was lone couples who had also drawn themselves away in order to whisper sweet, romantic words to one another: a sight he blushed at considering that often he had been the stickler for romantic tomes and novels.

If only he could keep his mind on his life as of late and not on the strange happenings that were some card game that come to life and for some reason, haunting his house. He could not help but to run his hand across his pocket that contained the violet trimmed Digivice and his eyes going to Floramon who had been within his backpack soundly eating away at whatever junk food was stuck in there. It was equivalency of an “Animal Habitat” seeing the Digimon spent most of her time within the nestled space that Rosetta designed just for her.

Most likely, he’d have to clean it up when he returned home.

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“All that is over; Now I can just kickback.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: ”KickBack” (Instrumental) from Cali Swag District
Current Attire: Default Attire: White jean pants, white shoes, white shirt with linked hearts, white jacket w/ torso cut. White short bill fitted-cap.
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[Mistral]

"Are you having fun?"

"Yaay, the funny sunny world of happiness is great, you can feel the magic everywhere!"

"That's great"

Since the wizardmon who was now a lunamon arrived to the human world, everything had been all work, no fun; the accumulated stress and loss of self-control due reverting back to rookie level finally exploded on who once was his friend and almost committed a terrible mistake. Now, he was simply taking it easy along under the guise of being of being a human midget child in cosplay along his human partner and slightly less delusional than before Mistral, who strongly believed she was a real magician and the entire world was made of magic and fantasy.

Together, they tried many of those games within Yosuba land, today it was a day for entertainment to distract from the daily hard work and nothing would stop it. This kind of day reminded the bunny-like digimon about the good days with the love of his life gatomon, sometimes even they took a free day to simply enjoy the miracle of life and renew their loves of eternal love ... those precious days would never return and the lunamon was aware of that, but he still had to try to be happy again, not for himself but because that's what gatomon would've wanted and he also didn't want to ruin the happy fun day of his partner, she was dragged into the mission of the digimon and the least he could do was to take care of her and once a while stop his restless mission to let her be a happy, relatively normal human girl.

"The room of mirages and illusion had incredible funny magic, but now I want to seek what lies there! Magical artifacts, here we go!"

The mirror house was a very entertainment location; she mistook the mirror reflections with illusion and mirage magic, but what mattered was that she liked it. There was a simple room covered with mirrors and in other sector the obligatory mirror maze, even the wise lunamon had to admit it was a funny place, his current appearance probably was a hit with human kids and other visitors found amusing to see many of him due the reflections.

Once outside the mirror house, the pier caught the girl's attention and therefore become their next destination. It was a quiet and romantic place where no digimon would bother to appear .... however, Mistral's digivice started to make funny noises, thus proving that another digivice was close to their location and by logic meaning that a tamer and a digimon were in the amusement park as well. This was a day for entertainment and even if there was a tamer near, there was no reason to think he/she was looking for trouble, so they simply ignored the signal and continued minding their own business, unaware that while walking, they passed by next to an effeminate boy with a suspicious looking backpack

[Xenneth Hikari]

“Toils, fights, and drama always followed,
Not a moment of my life could I ever relax!”

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*Beep Beep! Beep Beep!*

There was that infernal racket once more! He could not stand it, for the love of Christ, the sound of the alien device had driven him mad to the edge of madness at times. He had clinched his pocket, holding it hoping that the sounds would simply stop and go away. Weary, his blue eyes could not help but to nearly come to a close and stray from the moonlight. A depressive slip had caused him to look around as if he was being followed or watched, but really he was keeping his eyes out for danger. Whenever the Digivice had rung aloud, it was either a nearby Digimon that appeared or a Tamer and partner. He knew nothing of the latter, but he certainly knew of the other which he ran from like the plague. Plus, it also meant he would hear from a certain mouth…

“Whoooo!” the coo had erupted from his backpack, “My roots are getting all jittery again! That means a Digimon must be nearby!”

It was just as he feared. He wished he was deaf for the reason to not even hear her utter those words since they seemed to become common day in and day out. Also, her voice was annoying considering if it was not a warning, it was a downright insult. Xenneth had let his eyes go over his shoulder to the faux bouquet of flowers that stuck from the small opening of the backpack. Floramon had positioned her hands and head so neatly, arranging herself amongst her own floral like hands that it seemed like a bouquet was growing straight from his backpack. It had not attracted any attention seeing everyone knew the local Flower Delivery Boy who was residential to Tokyo Bloom and the violet haired, feminine boy that always presented them their bundles of flowers or box of chocolates.

“Hey, little Marie! Are you going to actually fight this time or are you going to run away again? You better make sure your shoes are tied, pants are up, and your roots are ready for one long sprint back home.”

He rolled his eyes. He hated that middle name with a passion!

Did she even have to ask? Of course he was going to run back home. Shamelessly, he did not think of any other solution. By the time her rant went on, he had already taken his first steps away from the pier’s edge and was going back amongst the glowing lights, drowning laughter, and festive music that played from some of the most simplistic of rides. The young boy had walked on with his violet hair catching the tailwind of the breeze as his steps had gradually gained speed upon hearing the beeping growing louder when he removed his hand. If he could get deep amongst the attractions, he could ignore the sound and it could be thought of as a little cell phone with a persistent caller, and then, disappear altogether which happened when he distanced himself away from the original place which he stood.

“This night is for Rosetta-ni,” he had exclaimed trying to speak amongst the noises to no one in particular as far as distant eyes could see, “So, we’ll just have to move around and dodge it for now.”

Xenneth had been adamant about trying to keep his sister satisfied. It had been such a long time since he had walked outside with her nearby. She had always wanted to go to Yosuba Land, and even more so, enjoy the time there with him. He was not feeling well, or that’s at least what he had told her, and so she understood and simply let him get away with the excuse while easing her mind thinking that Floramon would protect him. For some reason, the Digimon was an angel in her eyes, but that was most likely because of her fandom for the Card Game and Television Show. Xenneth could not even put horns and show a arrow ended tail while equipping a pitchfork to the little floral Digimon without Rosetta smiling thinking it was all cute while he was trying to make a point.

“I see…”

That was all? No crabby insult or comeback?

He did not complain. If anything, he was utterly shocked, but thrilled. The last thing he needed was someone reminding him how helpless he was. There, amongst the fun and fancy, he was trying to delude himself and say that there was no such thing as creatures like the one stuffed in his backpack and belittling him; there was nothing called Digimon except within the media, but he had the aching feet and sore thighs to prove otherwise since he spent most of his time running or retreating from any fight that had come to him. With Floramon’s scent attracting the creatures from far and wide, she simply had given them a big whiff as she gathered her breath and let out a burst of golden spores and pollen that was like a smokescreen while the young violet haired boy ran away ensuring he did not have to deal with having to try his hand at combat. Rosetta was a strong girl, strong enough that she encouraged him to try and fight like he was some kind of warrior of justice, and Floramon was some kind of saint that would give him strength.

…and the thought he was delusional.

As innocent as the young girl was, he simply could not just say that to her, so he kept quiet, going through the days idly by just like this one as he simply told himself that nothing was wrong, and there was nothing to fight for since it was just an ordinary day within an ordinary life.

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“All that is over; Now I can just kickback.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: ”KickBack” (Instrumental) from Cali Swag District
Current Attire: Default Attire: White jean pants, white shoes, white shirt with linked hearts, white jacket w/ torso cut. White short bill fitted-cap.
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[Mistral]

The signal of the other digivice faded away from Mistral's digivice as fast as it appeared and soon not a single beep was heard. If that was a good or a bad thing it was unsure, but at least the duo earned an extra moment of peace as they continued wandering through the park after the brief visit to the pier.

"The holy device has been silenced, the presence of other magical beings has disappeared!"

Mistral was not known for being subtle and loudly spoke about what she had in mind. Under other circumstances that would make her look like a crazy girl, but in the amusement park she was simply mistaken for a costumed entertainer, she even played with some child who recognized her clothing from the character of a game and asked for an autograph she happily signed.

There was not much more to do after that, they had their fun and relived themselves from the stress accumulated after tirelessly search for lost digimon, so they walked towards the exit ready to return to their home ... but then I happened again, the digivice was beeping as it always did when a tamer was close.

"It is reacting again, but I don't think the tamer is a ..."

The lunamon soon found himself alone as the magician girl ended up being distracted by the presence of a young ..male? whose pocket was beeping and whatever had inside his backpack was moving those flowers that sticked out of it.

"There is something funny there!"

Mistral then abruptly opened the backpack that totally didn't belong to her and surprise surprise, there was a very realistic looking floramon doll! In fact it was so life-like that it actually was alive!

"Hello hello magical flower creature!"

She said at the thing that was hidden inside the backpack at the same time her own digimon partner finally found her. He noticed the digimon inside the backpack.

"No harm meant, we will quietly leave if you desire."

They were about to leave anyway, so it didn't really matter how the flower power duo answered

[Xenneth Hikari]

“Toils, fights, and drama always followed,
Not a moment of my life could I ever relax!”

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The Digivice was quiet…it was a relief.

Xenneth had traveled away for quite some distance. The sound of the repetitive beeps were so far apart that he was sure amongst the grounds of the theme park’s noise and static that it drowned him out and left him from dealing with his inescapable reality. However, he was not that fortunate seeing the main reminder of this terrible fate was the weighted bundle of uprooted plant that was in his backpack. She shuffled her feet around a bit as her hands hung high from the backpack, and her face budded out with closed eyes as she maintained the façade of a bundle of flowers.

“Run, run as fast as you can! Like it or not, you‘re still a tamer little man!~”

Her new song was a one-hit wonder: it made Xenneth wonder why he was still dealing with this all!

He had no time for thinking and walking, it would slow him down. He did not look forward to trying to explain to some killer Digimon that he did not want to fight, nor did he want to be around when a disaster had befallen. Leave it to some other Digimon tamer, or whatever they were, to come in and fight the good fight while he retreated into the shadows and turned a blind eye. That was the true making of a coward, and one who gladly accepted his identity as he walked away from the scene of a fray.

…and so he did, with a slow pace, and slower, and suddenly he started to notice that something was weighing him and that infernal noise was louder than usual.

“…H-huh?!”

"Hello hello magical flower creature!"

Xenneth had his eyes opened in dismay. Not only had he been caught off guard because of his mindless thinking, but he had been discovered! His eyes had gone to the sight that had dawned on him now, hanging off his back other than his backpack was the hands of the young girl who had loosened the strap and revealed that the bundle of flowers was Floramon’s arms and budded shaped face as he looked on towards the strange girl. She was short in stature, had some of the strangest clothing, and not to mention that she seemed to be address Floramon as a strange-flower creature.

She was clearly deranged and devoid of reality. Xenneth however could only think she was one of those traditional cosplayers or actors for the festival. He assumed that right away thinking things could blow over so smoothly if he just did the talking while Floramon continued to play the façade of being some sort of bundle of flowers, or in better for this situation, some type of doll considering her original disguise had worn seeing with his backpack open this way, she was clearly not a bouquet like her originally planned.

“I-I can still play it off!” Xenneth had thought, “If she keeps thinking Floramon is a doll, then maybe I can…”

“Uh, excuse me, how rude are you exactly?!” Xenneth heard the retort as well as his plan falling apart with the words of the grouchy Floramon, “This is my hangout place, and that spaghetti strap you pulled is my doorknob! So unless the back its strapped to is on fire, which I don‘t very much care about, then I expect you to knock first!”

They were doomed! Floramon’s social skills were a common legend, and her kindness was a myth. Either way, Xenneth known full well of how Floramon would start and not stop. She was like a car built for speed and the brake was left out of the design. Even as he tried to reform and rethink his plan, he could still hear rude and bickering chatter fly out of her mouth as she tossed her open flower-like hands around like she was a spoiled princess with a tantrum.

"No harm meant, we will quietly leave if you desire."

"I desire some cocoa, but I‘m thinking you‘re useless in that department as-WAH!"

He had to stop this, and he wasted not another moment thinking about his misfortune of being a tamer. His hands slung the backpack while another grasped the strap while hearing the yelling of Floramon as he went into motion. He pulled it, tightening the sack to a close as the bag rustled about with muffled complaining and cries. He bowed his head and held the sack to his chest trying to make the cramped Digimon within the carrier come to a quiet still which he was having little success off.

"N-no, just please," Xenneth had spoke allowed, "You‘re free to do what you want, just please forget this! I-I rather you forgive my bad dummy ac-"

He paused, but not because of the wrestling in the backpack increasing because of the loudness of Floramon being called a “Dummy,” but because of her noticing the other “stranger” that came with the young girl. The small short and stature creature that had been along her side had changed everything as Xenenth stood there staring with eyes open and lips parted. He did not know a Digimon when he seen one seeing he had not even been a fan or looked at the cards twice, but…anything small and walked around was either an alien or the latter of what he was assuming right now.

If this girl knew about Digimon, enough to have one, then he surely was busted. All he could do was stand there, staring at the Lunamon as his lip limply hung and a single sound of confusion emitted from him.

”Uh…I…uh…wuuh…”

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“All that is over; Now I can just kickback.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: ”KickBack” (Instrumental) from Cali Swag District
Current Attire: Default Attire: White jean pants, white shoes, white shirt with linked hearts, white jacket w/ torso cut. White short bill fitted-cap.
Chatty Ditz: Xen's sleepy and busy, so this post took a while and is still bad! DX[/size]

[Mistral]

Judging by their reaction, this tamer was a kind boy who not only disliked digimon battles but also actively ran away from them. What a big relief, he was genuinely nice and nobody would have to worry about him abusing of his power unlike that teenager and his betamon who were aggressive and lived for battle.

"We want not to battle, only to speak a bit"

The lunamon spoke as he directed his words at the human tamer and his loudmouth floramon. In a perfect world none of the would have to fight at all, but the lunamon know from experience that there were in the universe both tamers and digimon who would never accept a no for answer and would rather fight to death.

"I can see that you don't like to battle and I would love it if all humans and digimon thought like you, but sometimes only through battle you can prevent something bad from happening.

From all his battles the harsher ones where those in which he had to protect somebody from the enemy. It would be a lot easier to simply run away, but he wasn't like that and always tried to protect those who cannot protect themselves, probably the boy and the floral digimon never had to fight for others, but someday that could happen and if they run away ...

"My friend Mir knows what he is talking about, the power of magic is best used to protect and make people happy!"

The female human added to the conversation, the boy was simply happy with living as if he had nothing to do with the situation, but running away from his troubles someday was going to throw him into bigger troubles.

[Xenneth Hikari]

“Toils, fights, and drama always followed,
Not a moment of my life could I ever relax!”

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"We want not to battle, only to speak a bit…I can see that you don't like to battle and I would love it if all humans and digimon thought like you, but sometimes only through battle you can prevent something bad from happening.”

“My sentiments exactly!” Floramon was the first to rebuke while poking her head from the backpack with a snide expression on face, “I say we battle and knock ‘em straight into the ocean to make sure they don’t say anything so poor, Rosetta-chan doesn’t know a Digimon like me belongs to a loser like you!”

Xenneth could not have been any more blunt in action as he had pulled the skinny strings to covet Floramon’s head as she spoke. Even though she had been saying it in a crude way, she made an excellent point about being discovered. Xenneth did not like the idea of someone seeing him lugging around a Digimon after he himself had refused to partake in any activity or fandom such as the cards or television show. Strange? It was downright embarrassing! Most people said if you were not into Digimon in school, you were most likely lame! The card game had become a fanatic thing for the average student, and a secret trademark for the popular. For someone like Xenneth, a hopeless non-conformist mother’s boy, it would be a reason for people to look at him; something he did not want at all seeing that they would most likely bother him about Floramon.

He dreaded the thought, no, the word “battle.” It seemed like some natural instinct for Digimon, and one he greatly ignored. Every since he met Floramon, he had known her to be aggressive and a bossy personality. She had seemed like the average spoiled big shot girl, and for some reason, a certain girl came to mind making him want to go jump in the crashing ocean waves and hope they swept him into the darkness of the night never to be seen. Tempting…tempting…but he had not the heart to carry out the will to do so. He was not that selfish after all, and his sister was enjoying the amusement park most likely.

If he had to admit anything, it was nice knowing some Digimon capable of proper speak and did not belittle him with every word.

"My friend Mir knows what he is talking about, the power of magic is best used to protect and make people happy!”

“Uh…M-magic?” he had spoke puzzled as he looked towards the supposed “little girl.” It was official, she was not only strange, but mad and drunk off of some optimism he had thought possible not to exist. It made him take one inch step back and for his next foot movement, he hoped for a foot if she said anything else strange or unusual. After all, being confronted by a girl with a strange costume with a small strange alien creature open out in public was not something you would see every day, and it was only added to his list of weird confrontations he had recently in his life.

“Am I a magnet for these type of things now?!” he asked with the thought of blaming Floramon causing such spontaneous events in his life.

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“All that is over; Now I can just kickback.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: ”KickBack” (Instrumental) from Cali Swag District
Current Attire: Default Attire: White jean pants, white shoes, white shirt with linked hearts, white jacket w/ torso cut. White short bill fitted-cap.
Chatty Ditz: -----[/size]

[Mistral]

"Having the will to fight when it is needed is good, but do not be so enthusiastic about it, you might end up becoming like many other digimon who fought for power, the worst kind of digimon. Besides, you might end up facing an opponent you could not be able to defeat."

Those were the words of wisdom the lunamon shared with the floramon. One thing was to fight to protect something precious, another thing was to go and fight with anyone in your way as the latter was the quickest way to get killed in battle.

And the human boy ... he reacted in a funny way as if he were a victim of the circumstances, and technically he was although the lunar bunny digimon preferred to think about it as fate.

"It was fate what joined both human and floramon to form a team; I'm sure that both of you are learning something important from this union of races and someday could make the difference if you don't stray from the correct path. And if you let me give you an important hint, tamers are more dangerous than lost digimon, those who wish for battle are more numerous than those who don't and in particular there is a group of them known as "Hypnos" who would stop at nothing to destroy all digimon in the human world so you should try your hardest to avoid them"

Better safe than sorry, so he had to deliver the bad news to any tamer with good heart he found in his way. Having an encounter with Hypnos agents was something bound to happen to every human and their digimon partner living in this city, and the moment it happened the effeminate boy was better off avoiding conflict with them.

[Xenneth Hikari]

“Toils, fights, and drama always followed,
Not a moment of my life could I ever relax!”

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Floramon had been idle and silent as her head peeked out of the backpack. Her brow slightly lifted and her maw of her mouth was open and hanging as if at any moment a bulb of drool would seep out.

“I‘m sorry, but did you --like, say something?” she had spoke abruptly in a rude manner, “Because I swore it sounded like some kind of lectu-”

Floramon’s mouth was closed with a covet of young Xenneth’s right hand as he reached down nestling the backpack. He knew Floramon well, too well! She had bad habit of being straight forward, rash, and always “in the moment.” To have life lessons and some sort of reality pressed upon her was like trying to force a child to eat their vegetables: she refused to have anything forced down her throat. Xenneth knew, as he tried to teach her manners so many times, and yet it always ended with her using her long and extending stems from her flower-like appendages to weave and bound him, and then have him hanging high from his floor in his room. It was only painful when Rosetta suddenly came in, caught her in the act and she quickly try to undo it.

She turned into such an angel before Rosetta.

Bossy Floramon or not, Xenneth had juggled his ear shot sounds between her muffled curses and cries with the young woman’s warning. He was listening, just barely! Who could listen to the young girl? She seemed to have the stature of a young child and not to mention she was dressed so oddly. One look at the young girl and most people, mainly adults, would assume they would learn nothing from the young girl and would say so in their mind. Hearing her, Xenneth had been pulled out of his thoughts with one word in particular that deeply disturbed him.

“Fate?” he had resounded, “That‘s…something for stories. I don‘t think we‘re together because of fate. If you haven‘t noticed, Floramon doesn‘t exactly like me.”

He had given the floral Digimon a look, and with a muffle and nod of Floramon’s head, it was genuine. She had not liked Xenneth not one bit. The only reason Xenneth can think of why she was around was because of Rosetta who adored Floramon and vice versa. He felt uneasy just holding a Digimon card or Digi-vice that he was given by Rosetta as she thought he would be a better tamer than her. He often thought she looked at the concept as childish in a way: she loved Digimon, but she adored the thought of Floramon being his seeing that he had found her one evening. She was a fair girl in both beauty and honesty, not to mention that her refusing to take Floramon was from pure modesty.

“…and, what do you mean, Hypnotists?” he mispronounced as his face went sour, “Are you talking about some sort of video game for Digimon? I don‘t see anyone being able to destroy Floramon.”

He had given the floral Digimon a glance before looking back towards the young girl bewildered. At this point, he started to think that everything she was talking about was pure nonsense. Sure, Floramon looked like a fragile creature, but a crash course from Rosetta, and recalling to memory how she would lift him with those strange appendages and dropped him to the floor reminded him that she was not helpless. What in this world could destroy a Digimon unless it was a fleet, which he premeditated on seeing he wanted Floramon to be confiscated to Area Fifty-One, but Rosetta decided against it saying she was “friendly” or whatever that was.

“No offense, but I‘m not interested in…” he had paused, “…Digimon games, or whatever it is you‘re referring to. I really just want to live a normal life and get into a good school. I‘m only taking care of Floramon until I can get her back home to where she belongs, and then things will go back to normal. I‘m not interested in your fights, games of tags with hypnotists, or dress-up game, okay?”

He said this with a smile and a kind voice. He was actually quite frustrated underneath his mental layer of tranquility. Withdrawn and anti-social, it was Floramon who was bringing him into the light of this strange world, both human and digital. He really did not want anything to do with either. Besides, he had a nice and simple life as the school’s anti-social shy, nerd. He was not noticed for anything but his slightly above average grades and his few “admirers.”

Why could things not stay the same?

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“All that is over; Now I can just kickback.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: ”KickBack” (Instrumental) from Cali Swag District
Current Attire: Default Attire: White jean pants, white shoes, white shirt with linked hearts, white jacket w/ torso cut. White short bill fitted-cap.
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