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Who: Nack the Weasel, Gazimon [open]
What: Boredom
When: August 13th
Where: Asuka
( Nack the Weasel was, for lack of a better word, extremely bored. )
What: Boredom
When: August 13th
Where: Asuka
( Nack the Weasel was, for lack of a better word, extremely bored. )
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"Are these supposed to do something?"
Donna the Commandramon, for her part, looked baffled. She knew her partner didn't breathe, eat, or sleep as much as most digimon or Tamers, but this was ridiculous.
"Maybe more will do the trick," she suggested, tapping her claws idly on the bar.
"You said that six drinks ago," Jenny pointed out, before putting the question to the bar at large: "What 'trick' are they supposed to do?"
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Nack wandered over, for some reason unknown to even him. This was just strange.
"... How the hell are you not on your ass by now?"
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"Yeah, you. Kind of should." muttered Donna.
"...People drink this stuff to fall over?"
Even in her confusion, Jenny was looking Nack over. She hadn't seen anything like him before, but... He looked kind of like a subspecies of Gazimon or something. Deciding this was the case, she decided for the moment not to indulge her curiosity and ask what he was, what kind of world he was from, and everything associated.
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