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themainframe2013-05-27 07:56 pm
trainsurdragons) wrote in themainframe2013-05-27 07:56 pm
005 - Fifth Flight [Action]
[It took a bit of time, but after the physical and mental stress the Field put on Hiccup and his aquatic partner, things for them finally seem to be leveling out somewhat. The job the viking managed to get at the Ice Cream Shoppe has been...well as smooth as a job like that can go. (especially when he's spending part of his time keeping an eye on Arcee and the customers) Ever since Gomamon's last video, the two haven't really talked about their experiences as they went to rescue Taichi, but a difference can be clearly seen between them. Their bond definitely isn't a typical one, but it's strengthening.
Hiccup at least has recovered almost fully from the incident, save for a still healing burn that's still quite visible along the side of his face. It doesn't appear to be causing him much discomfort anymore. One thing is for certain: Hiccup has found himself restless in this city. Compared to Berk, the place is so unfamiliar that even the time he's spent here hasn't completely gotten him used to the advances in technology and the like. Either way, something feels....missing.
With a low grunt, Hiccup rolls his shoulders and tugs on the handle of what appears to be a wooden wagon, fairly crude in its make but artistically crafted, something he must have built himself sometime. The wheels squeak audibly as he pulls it along the sidewalk, and upon further inspection it can be seen that the wagon is lined with a rubber tarp of some sort. There's a soft splashing coming from the inside of the tarp...]
Ahahaa! Now this is what I call a chariot! Ya shoulda' built me this weeks ago Hic, this is great! The ONLY way to travel.
[Gomamon snickers, rolling over onto his back before dunking his head beneath surface of the water-filled wagon, obviously enjoying himself as he rolls around and around in the cool little pool the area forms. Hiccup just rolls his eyes a little, careful to walk slow so all of the water doesn't slosh out of the wagon.]
Well I'm glad you like it, but don't get used to it alright? It's just kindof hot today, and I wanted an excuse to finally build something.
[The seal Digimon pops back up and shakes his head, neatly spraying Hiccup with water before plopping his fins on the edge of the wagon.]
Aww, but ain't this nicer than me just ridin' on your head all the time?...
....Oh speakin' of which! Are ya ever gonna give me a nickname kid? I mean geeze everyone else is doin' it.
Gomamon that has nothing to do with what you were just talking about. ...And maybe? I'm getting used to just calling you Gomamon-
No no, that's lame! Ya gotta think'a somethin' better than that! Somethin' cool. Ya aren't really just gonna call me Gomamon forever, right?
....Weeeell-
Aw come OOON, Hiccup!!
Hiccup at least has recovered almost fully from the incident, save for a still healing burn that's still quite visible along the side of his face. It doesn't appear to be causing him much discomfort anymore. One thing is for certain: Hiccup has found himself restless in this city. Compared to Berk, the place is so unfamiliar that even the time he's spent here hasn't completely gotten him used to the advances in technology and the like. Either way, something feels....missing.
With a low grunt, Hiccup rolls his shoulders and tugs on the handle of what appears to be a wooden wagon, fairly crude in its make but artistically crafted, something he must have built himself sometime. The wheels squeak audibly as he pulls it along the sidewalk, and upon further inspection it can be seen that the wagon is lined with a rubber tarp of some sort. There's a soft splashing coming from the inside of the tarp...]
Ahahaa! Now this is what I call a chariot! Ya shoulda' built me this weeks ago Hic, this is great! The ONLY way to travel.
[Gomamon snickers, rolling over onto his back before dunking his head beneath surface of the water-filled wagon, obviously enjoying himself as he rolls around and around in the cool little pool the area forms. Hiccup just rolls his eyes a little, careful to walk slow so all of the water doesn't slosh out of the wagon.]
Well I'm glad you like it, but don't get used to it alright? It's just kindof hot today, and I wanted an excuse to finally build something.
[The seal Digimon pops back up and shakes his head, neatly spraying Hiccup with water before plopping his fins on the edge of the wagon.]
Aww, but ain't this nicer than me just ridin' on your head all the time?...
....Oh speakin' of which! Are ya ever gonna give me a nickname kid? I mean geeze everyone else is doin' it.
Gomamon that has nothing to do with what you were just talking about. ...And maybe? I'm getting used to just calling you Gomamon-
No no, that's lame! Ya gotta think'a somethin' better than that! Somethin' cool. Ya aren't really just gonna call me Gomamon forever, right?
....Weeeell-
Aw come OOON, Hiccup!!
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You're fine. I'm Hiccup, that's Gomamon.
[Gomamon pops up again and finally spots Otamamon, and noticing Otamamon too is a water digimon, he waves a flipper towards the wagon.]
Hop in for a sec! This thing is really cool.
[Looks like he's more accommodating to his own family of digimon than...well anyone else.]
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[A nod.]
Go on. Just be sure to mind yourself. [Otamamon's eyes lit up as bright as her toothy smile. Probably wasn't the cutest sight for most girls, but Aqua wasn't most girls. Lifting up the Digimon, Aqua gave her partner a hand in getting in the wagon, who then proceeded to play with Gomamon.] It's good to see her smile like that...
[Aqua murmured to herself. Otamamon was a sweet girl, but she she was also very good at reading emotions. She was worried about Aqua a lot of the time, even though they both were trying to hide it.]
Hope we're not keeping you from anything.
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[For a while is a gross understatement.]
And of course the new pool-wagon needed a little test drive.
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