#digital-oddballs

Hawkmon's sense's were keen - years of fighting as Shurimon has made them sharper. But he was still in his child-level form, which meant that, when that rogue digimon dashed at him, it was by a hair's breadth that the tickets weren't taken from his claws.

The precious White Day's tickets that were given to his partner by her long time friend. He couldn't forgive the scoundrel that tried to steal them away.

So, when Miyako and Daisuke started their usual bickering, he took the opportunity to chase after the wannabe thief.

A starter between @glassesandpassion’s Miyako and Halphasmon.

The human’s computer lit up, data traveling from the deepest, darkest recesses of the Digital World to Miyako’s own PC. After a few moments of loading, a new chat message finally lit up across the screen: “Miyako Inoue. Are you there.” The message read out. There’s a good few minutes of pause, before another message popped up. A rarity, considering who this is coming from.  “I have widened the gap in my room with a feather. I can now send more messages.” Another few minute pause. The three little dots near the bottom of this rather strange chatroom continued to sit there for about ten minutes before another message finally came through. 

“I’m hungry.” It finally responded. Another few minutes passed.

”Watchit, delivery coming through!” Running through the streets of this busy village, a DORUmon carrying a large bag made of a mix of plant material and leather moves to take the least crowded paths. She had an important delivery to make, and she was determined to get to where it was she needed to get to, though she was still gonna try and be respectful of anyone near the path.

"If I'm your tamer how do you tame? That sounds like hard work and I don't like to work! I'd rather use the explode box to make things explode. Have I shown you the explode box? Its right over there!" Hatty points to a microwave, so much chaos could be made with it. Chaos Impmon could take part in!

🐤 (chronotimehat)

“Tamer, Digi-Destined, it’s all da same t’ me, really. Y’ jus’ a bunch’a humans who think ya call th’ shots now ‘cause ya got some big strong digimon ‘friends’ y’ command t’ do everythin’ for ya.” The Imp mocks, laying on his side and tapping one finger on the ground below him.