uoresu

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"Oh, hi."

Taichi wondered why this boy was approaching him. Was he a tourist kid who got lost? He certainly didn’t look Japanese… 
"My name’s Taichi, what’s yours?" he asked. It wouldn’t hurt to try, anyway. Maybe all he needed was some directions. 

He still had a strange feeling, though…

uoresu started following you

The night is starless and humid. Each step he takes is heavy and tired, and Kouichi walks as if it’s a task to do so. He’s on his way home after a long day - the weather doesn’t help make him feel any less exhausted. Every breath is a burden, and he looks like he can’t wait to collapse.

There are not many people out on the streets, so when Kouichi catches sight of a strange blonde-haired boy, his lethargy slowly falls out of him. He stands straighter, blinking, as his attention lingers on the stranger. For some reason, he seems familiar - his strikingly foreign blond hair reminding him of Izumi.

Though it is quite dark out, Kouichi’s eyesight is still keen. He keeps a straight face and tries not to be obvious watching the other boy. And then he wonders to himself if the stranger is lost, his inner warrior making him feel like it was his duty to help out, if that was the case…

uoresu started following you

Clicking his tongue, he let out a sound of displeasure as he made his way past the crowds of people. Busy places were among the things he disliked a lot, and the congested atmosphere of the train he rode prior to arriving at the station had served to aggravate his mood. And he still had groceries to pick up before heading home. He really wasn’t feeling up to going anywhere but straight home, but of course it was just his luck. He sighed. It wasn’t too bad, he supposed. All he had to do was pick up the listed items from a nearby convenience store, and head right home.

Hands in his pockets and carrier slung over his shoulder, Kouji moved to walk along the pavement—

—And he let out a slight grunt as his shoulder was curtly bumped aside by a stranger. At that, Kouji veered around and opened his mouth to snap at the person who’d made contact with him, but held his tongue at the last moment and tried to regain his composure. 'Cool it… it's not worth your energy…'

But then, as his gaze landed upon the stranger’s face, he kept silent. Peculiar… By the looks of this kid, he didn’t seem to be around these parts… He could be a foreigner; a westerner, most likely. Perhaps he was lost? Kouji wondered for a second if he should address him in English or Japanese, but then dismissed the thought.

"…Hey, watch where you’re going," Kouji stated in plain Japanese; despite the terse words, his tone was calm. Pausing, he then continued, "Are you lost?"

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The girl looked at the other blonde curiously. Cocking her head slightly, she spoke in a friendly tone, “Hello there~ Who are you?” She didn’t mean to interrupt what ever he was doing, but the curiosity of a newcomer irked her. 

uoresu started following you.

Yamato was sitting alone on a park bench when he saw the younger blonde approach. He had been eating his lunch. The wrapper of the sandwich was still in his hand. He was just sitting alone, lost in thoughts and memories. It was a brisk February morning.  His fingers were numb with cold. He was going to play his bass, however he found that he was too cold to even play a single chord. 

He smiled at the younger teen. ” Hey there.” He stopped. He looked familer.  He vadely remembered Koushiro talk about Wallace - a teenager that lived in New York. He remembered that he had been shown a picture. He thought.. Was this the Wallace he had heard so much about? I so, what was he doing in Japan?

" Are you.. Wallace?" He asked, with a note of uncertainty in his voice. 

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Running her fingers through her bubblegum-pink hair, Mimi let out a long-suffering sigh. Normally, she would’ve loved the heat, but on that certain summer day, it was just ridiculously hot. And it wasn’t that Mimi wasn’t used to American summers — which were always significantly hotter and brighter than those in Japan — it was just hot.

Palmon squirming in her backpack, the Digimon’s gangly limbs digging into Mimi’s back as she moved, wasn’t exactly making the situation any better either. “Sorry Palmon,” she murmured under her breath, just loud enough that it was audible for her Digimon counterpart. If it was uncomfortable for her, Mimi didn’t even want to think about how it must have been for Palmon, smothered in the fabric of Mimi’s bag. Letting out another sigh, Mimi stopped her pace and swung her backpack onto one shoulder, tugging the green creature out into her arms.

"I guess I’ll have to carry you. Can’t exactly tell people that I have a stuffed toy following me around," Mimi said, ignoring the scandalized noise that Palmon made upon being called a stuffed toy and immediately shushing her. They pair were already receiving enough stares from people passing by — whether it was from how strange the “toy” looked or because they thought it was weird for a grown girl to carry around said toy, or a combination of both, Mimi didn’t care.

Wrapping her arms around the Digimon’s middle, Mimi carried Palmon as though she was carrying a particularly heavy sack of flour. Which really wasn’t much different to what was happening, because Mimi wasn’t the strongest of girls and Palmon definitely wasn’t the lightest of Digimon. “You better appreciate this, Palmon,” she grumbled petulantly, glaring down at the pink-flowered head.

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