Twenty-Seventh Flame-[Action]

[gogglesyndrome]

[Taichi's been made well-aware of the people that have come into the village, but he's not too concerned. He hasn't seen any duplicates of himself, nor has he seen any of his friends, so why worry, right?

Exactly. So instead he's decided the best course of action is to make a snowfort and he's currently hiding inside of it with a huge pile of snowballs, waiting to find innocent people to throw them at. Ridiculous child is ridiculous. Never mind the fact the top of his bird nest hair is probably sticking out.

So, do you get hit? Or do you bust him before he can throw one?]

Comments

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...[Annnd lunging and grabbing onto him. Or, attempting to, anyway]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[you darn kids. Mao was half-expecting this though, and he's off in a scrabble of snow. Try and catch him, kid, he's light enough not to sink.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[But Taichi's also a soccer player and therefore fast. CHASING NOW.]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[running running running why did he eat so much cake

there's a tree ahead!]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[brb being ridiculous and pouncing again to try and catch him since he's almost in reach!]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[desperate leap for the trunk!

...does he make it?]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Nope! Have a gloved set of hands wrapping around Mao's body] Gotcha!

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[wriggling around and glaring. This is no way to treat woodland creatures what if he'd been rabid?]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Holding him up to his face to look.] I'm not dumb, you know.

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[he'll bite your nose whatever could you mean?]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Either you're a weird Digimon, or you're just a boring old squirrel. Which is it?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

I'm a momonga!

[wait maybe he should have kept quiet.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Hah! I knew you could talk!

...wait, what's a momonga?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

A flying squirrel.

Would you mind putting me down?

[also note that Mao has the deep voice of a middle-aged man.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...you don't sound like a squirrel. And how do I know that you won't just run off if I put you down again?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[folding his paws like this, except he's still upside-down] I hope you don't normally grab people when you want to talk to them.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

I dunno, sometimes I do if they won't listen to me otherwise. [Now this is kind of funny.]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't run. You'll have to take me at my word.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...okay, fine. [Setting Mao down now...]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[except he scampers up Taichi's pants leg and settles on his head. Much safer conversation spot.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[jfkldjalk why do you little things like crawling into my hair!?] ...comfortable?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

You could use a comb more often.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so I've heard. So how come you can talk if you're just a squirrel?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

Trade secret.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

What's that?