Fish Out of Water(Open)

[Ranamon]

"Ooo!! That looks so cute!!"

Ranamon giggled as she stared at a nice little beret that was being sold by a small vender within the city. Looking down at the Gabumon, she placed her hands behind her back as she knelt down to his level and smirked.

"You know...I would really love to have something like that. In fact, maybe you could give it to me...Im sure I could repay you with...something.."

She could see that her charm was starting to take its affect on the small rookie as he quickly handed her the beret while his face turned a bright shade of red. The aquatic digimon grinned as she then placed then the small purple cap upon her head, blowing a kiss towards the digimon as she continued on her way.

"Thanks cutie!"

Ranamon knew that she should have paid, but why do that when she could easily get it for free? After all, with her looks, she could get away with just about anything. Giggling as she realized how many stares she was getting, she waved towards her admirers as she walked down the street.

"I should leave the ocean more often. My looks shouldn't be confined to one place. It should be adored by all..."

[Bolgmon]

"It is wrong to steal, especially for someone of your social standing" Wormmon said from behind Ranamon. His voice was that of someone who was merely making an observation. He had been following her since he had noticed her leaving the ocean.

From here, his voice began to waver as he now tried to make small talk. "But on a lighter note, how are you Ranamon? Enjoying your stroll around the city? I myself have only just arrived. Observing the forest is only so informative, while studying a city can provide much information sice may species of Digimon come in and out many times a day, don't you agree?" He felt pathetic trying to make conversation in public, especially since he wasn't very good at any for of communication.

[Ranamon]

Ranamon sighed as she reconized that tone of voice. The guardian of the forest, Wormmon. Though she'd probably should treat him like the real digimon he was, but in this form, it was hard not to look down upon him.

"Wormmon...You're such the worry wart..."

As she said this, the Ranamon took off the beret and placed it upon his head as she giggled towards him.

"Its not stealing...its was a gift. Being as adorable as I am, why should I have to pay for anything?"

While he continued to talk about his reasons for being there, the aquatic digimon just smirked as she placed her hands on her knees and listened. He might as well get some of her attention, though for the most part, her eyes were looking towards a hansome digimon across the street.

"Yea...thats really something..."

[Sol]

"Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all."

Across the city a voice carried, a rather wondrous singing voice, accompanied by an acoustic guitar track. The source of the song was a Coronamon, not too far from where the legendary warriors were. The small orange lion-ish digimon was standing atop a wooden box and playing his song, a rather sizable crowd beginning to gather around him.

"My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me!
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer."

In truth, he wasn't playing for the crowd. Several digimon were wondering where a hat or something used to take tips was located, and he had none. He was doing this for himself. For his own enjoyment. If the people around him happened to like his performance, then that was wonderful, but he didnt want them to pay him anything. It just didn't feel right to him.

[Bolgmon]

"Oh, a gift. I see. So getting something by trickery is getting a gift," Wormmon said, faking acceptance for what she said. He noticed her lack of attentiveness for their conversation. He decided that she wouldn't listen to him no matter how much he tried to convince and decided to find the source of the great music. "Good-bye Ranamon. May your vanity not overwhelm you."

He walked through town, not actually caring if she followed. He headed toward the sound of the singing and... He wasn't quite sure what that sound was. He had never heard that sound in the forest where he had lived. As he arrived he waited for the Coronamon to finish his song. It was quite nice, he decided. He asked, "What is that instrament that you play? It's sound is like none other that I have heard."

[Ranamon]

Noticing that he was leaving, Ranamon quickly realized that she had been extremely rude. Rising up, the digimon began to follow behind the Wormmon, which wasn't hard considering how slow he was moving.

"Oh don't be like that! Im sorry ok?"

Just as she Ranamon was about to continue, she began to hear the music as well as they continued coming closer. The voice was ever angelic, almost to the point that she felt in a trance of some kind. But, when she realized where its source was, she could only blink. Now, she could sing...sorta, and she could pull off the look for a hit performer. Though, just looking at such a small lion gathering a crowd was something new to her.

"But...hes not even that cute...fluffy maybe..."

Frowning somewhat that there was someone else who was a talented as her, the aquatic digimon followed behind the green insect, crossing her arms as she looked towards the two as they continued to converse. All the while, her gaze seemed to shift towards the sky,since this didn't seem to revolve around her at the moment.

[Sol]

Sol finished up his song, getting an applause from the crowd around him as it slowly began to disperse. He was rather pleased with his performance, politely thanking any compliments he got from listeners before they wandered off. Eventually, the Wormmon came over to see him.

"Its a Guitar." He said, looking down at his musical instrument "I believe they are quite popular within the human world... and I can see why. Ive played quite a few different instruments before, and I must say Guitar can produce the most different sounds and convey the most emotions."

(Short post is short xP)

[Bolgmon]

"Interesting. And I understand what you mean by its conveying of emotions. It sounds amazing, and it is amazing to hear its origins. How did you come by it if it is from the human world? And how do you know what it's called?" Wormmon asked, wondering about the object. If it came from the other world, then it was not made of data. If it was not made of data, then he should study it and see how it was affected by being in the digital world. To say the least, Wormmon was utterly fascinated.

[Ranamon]

Rolling her eyes upwards, Ranamon began to wonder why exactly she was even standing here listening to this? In fact, she should be out having fun, she hadn't left the ocean in quite a while. So this could be considered a vacation for her. Yet, when the topic shifted towards the human world, the aquatic digimon couldn't help herself as she tuned in.

Wormmon did make a valid point, how could he have aquired such knowledge of real world objects, especially since many digimon that happened to even step foot into that realm rarely ever returned? Though she had heard that a few did, but such matters really didn't peak her interests.

Kneeling over for a moment, she gently poked at the strings of the device, giggling as she heard the strange noises that emitted from it.

[Sol]

Sol chuckled as the Wormmon commented on his instrument more, enjoying the interest the digimon was taking in it. The pursuit of knowledge was something the little flame digimon encouraged.

"The digital world itself is a byproduct of the human one, my friend." He said, allowing Ranamon to pluck the strings of his guitar, not minding too much. "There are several things from their world that happen to manifest themselves in ours. I did say it is popular in the human world, but not that I got it from there. I bought it at this small market I encountered a few years ago, and have grown quite fond of it. I do assure you though, it is, indeed, quite digital."