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]

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?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be a secret if I told you.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Maybe it doesn't have to be a secret.

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

I think it does.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

But why?

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

But I already died here once, I don't wanna do it again.

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

Beg pardon?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

You heard me.

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

I see the wings, but this can hardly be an afterlife... There'd be more pretty women, for one.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Hah. Well I had the wings before I died, but that's a long story.