This day has been plagued with trial and error. Storms for more than one player, real life conflicts, and sickness; We all just couldn't seem to get together all at once. People had to come and go. So we've taken what's occurred, and posted it here. Any digimon who's attending can still jump in
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She turned to thank him, still not quite sure what to say otherwise after the ordeal two days prior, and gasped as she realized how bad he was struggling just to carry drinks. “Taichi!” Quickly she ran and took the bags from him, placing them aside and giving him an exasperated yet concerned look. Then his conversation on Yamato’s journal came back to her, and she sighed. “Let me guess. Your fight?”
It was a little hard to be angry at him with a party of Digimon waiting to get in though, and so she gently guided him inside while smiling to the late arrivals. “Hey, don’t worry, you’re not that late!” She waved out to Patamon so he’d know the way. “Come on inside!”
((OOC: I meant kinda, respond to me, since I responded to Piyomon. Whoever responds to me, the next post should reply to them. This way we all get email notifications, but it stays in a decending cascade of replies in one order. ^^; Am I making any sense?))
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"Palmon, Gomamon, Patamon!" Agumon managed to happily shout or rather muffle under the Digimon hug fest pile forming atop him. "Everyones here!" The dinosaur managed to stretch an arm out a little more to try and give Piyomon a hug as well. He was so glad to be surrounded by all his friends. It'd been far too long since they'd gathered together like this. He felt much better being surrounded by this warmth.
"Piyomon's happy to see me too right?" Agumon flexed his hand and found he was only able to gently run his claws through the tips of her neatly preened feathers. Between laughs and chuckles, he managed to glance Taichi's way and offer a comforting, toothy smile.
"Do we drink the cola now? Or play games? Or-- uuughph" His excitement went muffled once more as he tried to shift his own weight in the onslaught of hugs to not become a flat Agumon.
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