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Post by Bolt. [Hessa/Zen] on Jan 6, 2009 21:41:50 GMT -5
A young woman was lying face down on the living room couch. It was a somewhat overstuffed piece of furniture but that was why the girl found it as ridiculously comfortable as it was. It's brown color and texture matched the two chairs, which were set up on either side of the couch, all three were placed in a half-circle shape around the television set.
With a groan she rolled around on to her back and stared at the ceiling. Her golden eyes were half closed in boredom and her green hair was fanned out around her head, still uncombed. Hessa had recently showered and collapsed on the couch once she was dressed, not sure of what she should do next. She decided to wear beige cargo pants and a white tee-shirt under a dark blue and white hoodie today, comfortable clothing for lounging around.
Just when the plain, white ceiling began to become unbearably dull to her something else floated into her vision. At first one might think it was a cloud of smoke, and it sort of was, but in actual fat it was her digital friend, Zen. He was a Mokumon and had started to hover over her face with an expression of concern. It was always strange to Hessa, from what she could tell this monster was only a baby and yet… it appeared to possess a fare bit of knowledge already, as if it had been born with it. The idea seemed a little unnatural to the girl but she didn't know much about digimon yet so perhaps it was a normal occurrence.
The Mokumon stared down at his friend and made a tiny peeping sound. The teen smiled, "I'm alright, Zen. I guess I'm just a little restless today," she smiled at him, peering over the rims of her glasses, "We should go out somewhere," the smoke creature slanted sideways in his levitation, probably his equivalent of tilting his head, and could only make another odd peeping noise, "I know!" the girl suddenly sat up, knocking the digimon back through the air with her head, "Lets go out to eat!" The Mokumon drifted up into his previous latitude to give the female a sour look for knocking him back. Hessa laughed, "Sorry, bud," After a moment his bitter look evaporated into nothing and the girl got up to fix her hair and put on a pair of sneakers, "Maybe we can get some seafood from the Strip Mall. I think you'd like that."
And with that she stuffed the smoky digimon into a green backpack and she was out the door, trying to reassure the digimon making protesting sounds from behind the zipper.
[/Zen Exit][/right][/color]
With a groan she rolled around on to her back and stared at the ceiling. Her golden eyes were half closed in boredom and her green hair was fanned out around her head, still uncombed. Hessa had recently showered and collapsed on the couch once she was dressed, not sure of what she should do next. She decided to wear beige cargo pants and a white tee-shirt under a dark blue and white hoodie today, comfortable clothing for lounging around.
Just when the plain, white ceiling began to become unbearably dull to her something else floated into her vision. At first one might think it was a cloud of smoke, and it sort of was, but in actual fat it was her digital friend, Zen. He was a Mokumon and had started to hover over her face with an expression of concern. It was always strange to Hessa, from what she could tell this monster was only a baby and yet… it appeared to possess a fare bit of knowledge already, as if it had been born with it. The idea seemed a little unnatural to the girl but she didn't know much about digimon yet so perhaps it was a normal occurrence.
The Mokumon stared down at his friend and made a tiny peeping sound. The teen smiled, "I'm alright, Zen. I guess I'm just a little restless today," she smiled at him, peering over the rims of her glasses, "We should go out somewhere," the smoke creature slanted sideways in his levitation, probably his equivalent of tilting his head, and could only make another odd peeping noise, "I know!" the girl suddenly sat up, knocking the digimon back through the air with her head, "Lets go out to eat!" The Mokumon drifted up into his previous latitude to give the female a sour look for knocking him back. Hessa laughed, "Sorry, bud," After a moment his bitter look evaporated into nothing and the girl got up to fix her hair and put on a pair of sneakers, "Maybe we can get some seafood from the Strip Mall. I think you'd like that."
And with that she stuffed the smoky digimon into a green backpack and she was out the door, trying to reassure the digimon making protesting sounds from behind the zipper.
[/Hessa Exit]
[/Zen Exit][/right][/color]
