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Gotsu hasn't hatched yet, and everybody hates me.

I wanna go home.

I still don't get it.

Don't get what?

This thing, it was in my room [and he didn't find the note Quick wrote to go with it] and I dunno what it is.

[a long pause, Gotsu is trying to not laugh. really] Aha... ask on the comms?

S'what I'm doing, it is on yanno. [an 'oh' from Gotsu and then quiet, Crash is waiting for answers here folks!]

Nineteen days.

Huh? You! Somehow have avoided talking to, or even interacting with your boyfriend for nineteen fucking days.

[long pause, something moving and then the sound of robot foot hitting rock digimon] Stop being stupid and shut up, Gotsu.

Ow, ow. Fine whatever. Not like you can keep it up forever yanno. And stop messing with the D-Comm!

Oi Crash you've been holed up in here for a while now so I'd thou-- [yeah, he's gone into Crash's room now]

... How the fuck did you do that to your bed?!

Alright, time to get out of bed and outta your room.

[a meh, a very disinterested meh]

Look pulling a Flash is dumb, and I'll probably devolve because of you being like this so! Up at at 'em.

Piiipipipipipi Iiii.

See? The bird agrees with me.

... leave me alone.

Can't, I turned on the comm so everyone can hear this and bug ya too![Crash just ( Read more... )

You look like crap, more so then usual!

mrph, shut up Gotsu. I'll be fine after an E-Tank...... Right like you were fine for two weeks without resting, stupid robot. [there is mumbling from Crash which seems to fade out as Gotsu is walking away] Crash ( Read more... )

Me and Gotsu are going out. Dunno for how long, and I swear if I see two certain people I'm killing you both.

Or to put it simply, Crash is gonna blow up the house soon so I'm dragging him o-- [the wonderful crack sound of drill on rock digimon before the comm is turned off]

Merry fucking Christmas!

[attached for the general public? CRASH BOMBS, YAY.

Attached for Quick and Metal? Something shiny he stole from someone in the castle.]

AND SANTA MAKE SURE TO BRING FLASH MAN HERE, KAY?

[click, fuzz] -ills for hands, what the hell. You're not a Digmon you're a Tamer!

Yeah yeah, WHATEVER. MAKE THE STUPID PHONE THING WORK.

... it is, dumbass.[sound of drills and then cursing from the last voice that spoke, before Crash starts tal--well yelling instead ( Read more... )