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[fedorafan]

Who: Picodevimon and Dracmon
What: The Femme Fetal
When: Tuesday the 10th, Night.
Where: Tetha.

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[dark_present]

"I had told his thus, that you would hide, unless he took you by surprise." A voice said from a window sill above Pico after the footsteps from Noir faded away.

And perched there was Dracmon, wearing clothes he borrowed from someone. He couldn't say who, but his mistress said he needed clothes. After all, that was the type of person 'Belldandy' would be.

It was with Belldandy's help he found the female Digimon turned human. After talking to her about the type of person Pico was, he took a guess at where they would go in this sort of situation. And it paid off.

And why he was here? Pico interested him. He couldn't say how, but even Belldandy had commented on how his mismatched eyes sparkled in excitement before he left.

He winked the red eye, still staring at Pico with the green eye. "I am quite pleased to see that mine guess was true."

[fedorafan]

Pico felt her all too human heart leap into her throat at the voice and she almost dove away from it. Only shock kept her rooted to the ground as she looked up carefully at him. Her instincts told her to flutter away but she'd gotten over the compelling urge to fly by now, lacking the wings to do so.

"What are you doing here?" She asked softly her voice cold and distrustful. Sure she thought he was a cute Digimon...and maybe human...but she didn't want anymore connected with Noir to know where she was...even if she couldn't bring herself to leave Tetha yet.

[dark_present]

Dracmon raised an eyebrow. "Now, now, let thee rest thy worries." He said and leapt down from his perch, landing on the ground in a crouch stood up and turned in one fluid motion to face Pico. "I have come to assist the beauty in distress, to keep her from being too pressed, by the cad who needs to let you rest and have some distance from him hence."

[fedorafan]

Pico let out a little gasp as he drew so close to her so graceful and swift...and his poetic peculiar manner of speaking...there was something about it that tugged at the corner of her mouth threatening a smile.

"So the knight comes to sweep away the plain and emotionally lost young commoner mistaking her for a princess." She responded her voice a sort of husky womanly tone warning him to be careful.