Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

There were certain things that were distinctly wrong with where Poromon woke up this morning. The fact that is most certainly was not the room of a little girl was a pretty large clue that he was not where he was supposed to be.

Oh, and that random guy n bed with him. That was a hint too.

Awkward

[[for that guy]]

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[spring_lost]

Nate Grey had woken up in a few bad places in his life.

This... didn't really rank near the top ten, if you were going to approach it from that angle.

If you didn't...

"...Where am I?!"

Tell him, little floating pink thing.

[mouthy_merc]

"I was hoping you could tell me," the floating pink thing replied. Because of course it could talk.

[spring_lost]

That wasn't really the weirdest thing here, either! "And what are you?!" he continued to demand.

Of the adorable pink thing. Seriously, Nate, chill.

[mouthy_merc]

"I'm a Digimon," Poromon said indignantly. "What are you?"

Yes, he knew the answer. But it seemed like a good response.

[spring_lost]

"I'm a mutant," he said, with the appropriate comic book bolding. "And either someone took us here-- or you took me, Digimon."

[mouthy_merc]

Okay, that was a new one. Even if Poromon could understand thematic bolding, it would still be new.

"What's a mutant?"

[spring_lost]

"Don't kid around!"

So much hostility.

[mouthy_merc]

"I'm not kidding around!" Poromon replied with a bounce. And a flap of those useless, useless wings. "Is it a type of human?"

[spring_lost]

"A different kind of human," Nate said. He was still pretty sure this Digimon was messing with him. "If you're speaking the truth... or not... I can find out..."

[mouthy_merc]

"What?" WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CONFUSE THE POOR, SMALL, DIGITAL CREATURE WHO JUST WANTED TO BE LOOOOOOOOVED?

[spring_lost]

Because that made it easier to telepathically poke at it like this?

While a wee redhead poked her head in through the door in mild confusion behind them.

[mouthy_merc]

And Poromon squeaked at the weird attack, bouncing up higher to attack him back. With the least effective attack ever...

A light breeze.

"Poroporo breeze!"

Oh, calling your attacks.

[spring_lost]

Nate's hair swung about three millimeters to the side, brushing his bangs ever-so-lightly across his eyes. It accomplished nothing besides making him look slightly more dramatic for the second it took his hair to fall back into its original position.

He got up and crossed his arms. "...What was that supposed to be?"

"Moving doll!" Jan squealed behind him. "Dad!"

She had absolutely no respect for AUs.

[mouthy_merc]

"Are you my digi-destined?" Did you see what they did there? Did you? The 'digi' added to the word 'destined'?

Clever, right?

[spring_lost]

"Destined for what?" Nate demanded. Generally that word never meant anything g--

A small girl tackled his leg, and for a minute he was knocked off balance by the power radiating off her. "What the--"

He was saying that an awful lot right now.

"Yeah-huh," she said, cheerfully, not because she actually knew what a digi-whotsit was, but because Poromon looked adorable and she needed to have it, now.

[mouthy_merc]

"Yay! Now we can escape from here and have adventures in the Digital World!" Poromon said, bouncing over and possibly hitting Nate's other leg. Because Nate was a mean man.

Just not on Chatroulette.