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Another loud day had come and gone, or at least it would have been loud if Kou hadn’t of been late. Rin and the director kept her for a substantial amount of time extra then was scheduled so Kou missed her classes in general, walking into the club room Kou took in the surroundings she was still getting used to the looks of the room. It appeared Kou had been first in the room since everyone was just getting out of classes, so Kou sat down and since she had nothing to do she spent around twenty minutes working on the character designs that were required of her. And it was only those twenty minutes she got to work until the sound of someone in distress filled her ears Kou got up immediately carrying her pen and pad with her to find who made the noise. To Kou’s surprise she apparently wasn’t the first one here, in fact it was the girl sitting at the computer, and what looked liked, hammering the keys on the keyboard while playing a game Kou found quiet familiar.

“What’s going on?! Is someone back here hurt?!” Kou said looking over the girl who was sitting there, everything seemed fine, but the noise Kou just heard lead her to assume otherwise. “...Uh...Hey there, did you make that noise just noise? What’s all this commotion about?” Kou looked at the screen the girl was playing on, because it seemed like the girl was purposely ignoring Kou to continue focusing. What game it was, was painfully obvious to Kou though she wasn’t exactly a fan of playing the game, she did know that it was very competitive game for some people. And the girl looked like she was doing very well, for some reason the silent girl reminded Kou of her new co-worker in a sense, hardworking and very serious and passionate about her work. Kou remained quiet until she was sure the girl had finished up what she was doing, seeing the character design, the artwork, and how the game handled with no issues the game’s name drilled its way into Kou’s head. “Starcraft 2 huh? You're pretty good, for a kid, honestly i’ve heard that game can be pretty competitive...it takes away from the actual characters sometimes...”

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It had been really easy to acquire ‘access’ to the apartment actually. He was almost appalled by how easy it had been. He had been sure he would have to work harder visit the ladies. But here he was. Sprawled out on their couch, that was probably new, as he saw no blood stains after his last visit, and not much had stopped him in getting here. 

A few more puffs of his smoke, as he wondered if he should take a long talk with the ladies later about better security. This was sad. What if someone that didn’t have as good and pure intentions as him had ended up coming in instead? The poor ladies could come home and face a shady person on their couch. Not a nice guy like him, smoking and forgetting to open any windows to let the smoke out. 

Honestly though, where was the little gremlin? Here he had decided she was the first one he wanted to meet when he returned for some reason, and went through all of this to greet her when she got home, and he had now spent hours on the couch waiting. He had even ravaged the kitchen for some food earlier. 

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Leashes were supposed to be strong, able to support a dog and allow the owner to walk his beloved friend without any worry of the dog breaking free, running away, and leaving the poor owner all alone. Luckily for TK, the leash had been a good brand, chosen by his vet for when Patamon didn’t have his service vest on to ensure that the bubbly dog was kept close.

However, it had been the collar that had malfunctioned for the poor college boy. The energetic dog had caught wind of something and continued to tug on the leash, despite the light reprimanding, and broke the collar as he bolted away. TK stood there, frozen for a second as he held the limp leash.

Finally it registered with him and he broke into a sprint, pure panic on his face. He repeatedly called out his dog’s name. “Patamon!” he yelled. Yet, the dog didn’t heel; it wasn’t like he would. The blond knew that the dog had boundless amounts of energy that needed to be calmed, but on a busy day like today, TK couldn’t do it with the heavy flow of student traffic. 

He needed to stop his dog somehow. What if something happened? What if Patamon jumped at someone and the stranger accused Patamon of attacking them? What if someone else went after his dog?

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“What what?” He echoes back, as he was sure she was so drunk now she had no idea what they had just talked about, and his secret that he didn’t dislike a person would forever be kept. 

“I am bringing you home so you can get some rest.” He answers, as he was sure that was what she was complaining about, as he tried to pull her along to at least not make any of them get pulled into anything again, overlooking some people cheering as they were sure they were eloping or something. He hoped everyone were too drunk to start spreading any rumors about this. He wouldn’t mind, but Hana would kill him. 

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