#digidweebs

⠀“ YOU SHOULD KILL HIM, RAPSCALLION! ”

"Small, small, small!" came a voice Rascal didn't know, but couldn't help but recognize. Digimon always had a tendency to type their quirks and ticks more than humans, after all. "See! Cause I'm small! We're small!"

The tendrils shifted until the creature's volley-ball sized body came into view, using Rascal as his anchor point so its head could hang inches from his face. The little burlap cloak obscured most of the creature, but the large, staring eye in the center of his grinning face was clear to see.

"You can! I wanna be friends~ You're a evil; I'm a evil! You're a small; I'm a small!" he said cherrily, almost childishly. "And I super don't mind! Thank you for considering my feelings!"

With a blushing, truly touched smile, Maji pulled Ras into a multi-limbed, trapping hug. His eye was wibbly with happiness from meeting a new friend!

 ❝ Waah! ❞

In retrospective, out of context, Balt could understand how his behavior could of been seen as a hostile threat, —provoking a defensive reaction from the Impmon.

The kind of desperation that says: "He can't get me if I get him first" in bold text

Rascal had ended up making that first move, tackling Balt to the ground, the fox and the Impmon tumbling headlong through the solid ground, kicking up grass and dirt in their wake.

All of this culminated in Balt being pinned down by the Impmon, immediately seeming less like the hunter and more like the hunted.

 ❝ ... ❞

For what it's worth, Balt hadn't been attempting to sneak up on the Impmon for any ulterior motive other than spying on him, gathering intel whilst keeping his existence unknown (the secretive and reclusive way of the Rinki people towards aliens).

 ❝ Ok, ⸻you got me. ❞

⠀graffiti was, in most jurisdictions, a crime.⠀tagging a building in tokyo landed the perpetrator thousands of yen in fines on a good day — elsewhere, probably little more mercy.

⠀petty crimes, however, were not of dan's expertise.⠀illegal, but not an anomaly.

⠀a hand's propped on the agent's hip, only pretending he didn't see the can get kicked away.⠀didn't smell the noxious fumes in the air.⠀not his problem, as the operator would say;⠀focus on your current mission.

⠀she's not in his ear, however.⠀thus poses the issue.

⠀“ I wanted to ask if you've seen a lost phone anywhere. ”⠀the impmon practically sizing him up wasn't much of a big deal—⠀as it said, never seen one of you before.⠀sticking out like a sore thumb was par for the course.⠀“ I dropped it coming here, and . . .⠀thought maybe you had a clue. ”

"So...Can yer gun legs jam? Has that happened? What did ya do if or when that happened? Do ya even need ammo? If so, are the ammo belts just fer show? If you DO need them, are ya shit outta luck if they run out? Do ya eat bullets? Or maybe gunpowder? Do you need to constant apply gun grease to your legs? What about your gun fingers? Ya probably use a lot of it if I had ta guess. It don't smell great, pal, as a heads up. Though ya probably knew that. Probably. Is yer tail also a gun? Did you know humans are allergic to bullets or somethin'?"

⠀this runt's feeling nosy today, huh?⠀guess he didn't have anywhere else to be.

⠀the dragon similarly takes a deeeeep breath, then . . .

⠀“ yes.⠀yes.⠀I get vul ta fix it.⠀yeah, sometimes.⠀they're practical.⠀I still got some that don't need normal bullets.⠀yeah.⠀also yeah.⠀not that often.⠀less often.⠀fuck you.⠀yes it is.⠀they sure are— ”

⠀—and he can finally exhale after all of that!⠀phew.

Sara Temple were working at the lab, it’s been hours since she arrived as she didn’t looked like she would stop even for a break, the once prodigy sweet people turn into a cold working one since her accident that cause her leg and her so called parents.

She lost contact with them, but she just rather not be bother with the subject, only she knew when the doctor told her that she have to her that the surgeons were forced to amputated her leg due the damaged cause by the car crash, she didn’t go angry at the doctors, quite the opposite, she was grateful about how they managed to save her life and free her from toxic parents. She now spends her life working in her robotic wheelchair that gives her a lot of help for work.

Her thoughts were interrupted as there was a knock at the door “The door is open!” she said to whoever gets in.

It wasn’t easy to leave behind what was once the center of your life. Even following the many years this Sneasel wandered he couldn’t shake off his misery. His heart was a broken mess, one that he could only hide behind a mask. This same mask was what he used to lie to others. There was barely a time where he wasn’t making use of his mask to survive. Purely so he could keep distancing himself from the human he once adored. His desire was to forget that monster.

In this moment however, Salvador let the mask down and slept peacefully on the grass. He had recently been near a human town and got chased away. Nearby to him was a bag of food he stole. It smelled very nice. Sal liked his freedom above all else. It was a new experiance one he relished from the bottom of his heart.

He intended to eat that food later, but for now it was unguarded.