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[touch_of_rust]

I have not located the tea house but the park had glorious floor-sugar! I..I am enjoying conversing with the inhabitates of this strange place using these odd devices - but have not fancied the chance at a face-to-face

Comments

[its_my_soul]

What the hell're you s'posed to be?

I'm guessing you're one helluvan ugly Digimon.

[touch_of_rust]

Pardon? Ugly, Digi-pardon?

I...I don't like you much, Governor. :[

[its_my_soul]

Governor?

Seesh.

Digimon. They're creatures made of data, at least I think. If you're not a Digimon, then what the hell ARE you?

[touch_of_rust]

Ehh.... uh.... ooooo Mr. Governor Ratfor the Fourth! I quite don't like your sass.

I'm not sure what a Digimon is, but My name is Salad Fingers.

[its_my_soul]

........

Salad Fingers? Strange name

So...you're not a Digimon.

Oh...shit. You're not a Digimon, which means...shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I was so sure you were a Digimon.

[touch_of_rust]

I shall elect to accept your apology.

I'd like to see a digimon. Are they tasty?

[its_my_soul]

No...they're creatures, made of data...I think. Yeah, I'm pretty sure. You can't eat them.

...even though one tried to eat me. Stupid Agumon.

[touch_of_rust]

I still don't understand you, Governor. B-but I shall take your word for it and shall not taste the flavor of these digimon if I perhaps stumble upon one.

[its_my_soul]

Yeah, best not to.

And what do you keep calling me Governor? My name is Daimon Masaru-sama!

[touch_of_rust]

Uh oooo eh....Mr. Governor Ratfor the Fourth! I still forgive you.

[its_my_soul]

.....

I give up.

And I'm glad you accepted my apology.

[touch_of_rust]

Cheers!

[its_my_soul]

Cheers back achya!

[foxy_noodle]

Step of it kid. Not a way to talk to someone you don't even know.

[its_my_soul]

Kid? I'm 19! You look like the kid!

[foxy_noodle]

Not my fault you look like you're twelve!~