01-30-2006, 06:05 AM
After his stomach couldn?t fit anymore of the food within itself, he decided that it was time to bring some of the glistening foods to his friend, wherever she was. Gathering some food on a cart, Betamon began to pull with all the force he could. It was rather difficult, though; it was a rather large cart and it was taking him some time, but he would do it. He would do it for Micla.
He began to stroll down the hallway, hoping to find the room which she had wandered into. After a couple of turns, Beta had finally found an open door?it had to have been her. He sped up and eventually he was right in front of the room. Pulling the cart into the room, he left it right by the door. His eyes piqued in curiosity, wondering just why had found his friends sweater on the ground. He picked up and examined it closely, unsure what to make of it. In the corner of his eye he made out another article of clothing; her pants. What is going on? he thought. He looked around the room, but could not see her. ?Micla?? he said, hoping to have her answer. He took one more glance around the room and noticed her shoes and socks thrown against the wall.
Noticing that another room within there was open, he began to move towards it, hoping that he would find his friend in there. As he moved closer, he could begin to see in there, but the door was still partially shut that his view was blocked. Grabbing it with one hand, he slowly opened it, not sure what to expect. After doing so, he could see her head perfectly?but that was all. The rest was hidden in the bathtub she was in, which was rather large. He could make out her face just fine, but she had her eyes closed. Several bubbles began to float into the air above her, but immediately popped, causing her to laugh slightly.
After knowing that she was awake, even though her eyes were closed, he knew he would not be disturbing her. ?Micla!? he yelled, enthused about telling how he ?foraged? food for her. Instead of being excited about seeing her digimon, she rather screamed in horror and began to flail around in the bathtub, trying to hard herself. ?I got food for you!?
?What are you doing in here, Beta?!? She stressed the last word, as a green monster was not the first person she?d want to walk in on her. ?Get out now!!? she exclaimed, trying to cover her whole body with the tub while only allowing the top of her head and her eyes to be seen by her digimon. Her head was shaking slightly after having just been shocked by the monster?s arrival.
He walked out fast as soon as he told him to, hoping that he would not upset her any further. After a few seconds he began to walk in again, just as the girl was starting to get comfortable, and said, ?Are you sure th??
?Get out!? she cut him off, not giving him a chance to finish, ?And close the door behind you, too!? The girl let out a heavy sigh as she heard the door close and went underwater, sinking her head beneath the bubbles. She let out a deep screaming, and even though it let a lot of water to flood into her mouth temporarily, it was worth it to get some of the frustration out. Bringing her head out from beneath, she spit the water that had collected in her mouth over the side of the bathtub onto the linoleum floor. Bringing a hand through her hair she once again leaned against the folded towel she had placed on the side to keep her back comfortable. ?Ah.?
He began to stroll down the hallway, hoping to find the room which she had wandered into. After a couple of turns, Beta had finally found an open door?it had to have been her. He sped up and eventually he was right in front of the room. Pulling the cart into the room, he left it right by the door. His eyes piqued in curiosity, wondering just why had found his friends sweater on the ground. He picked up and examined it closely, unsure what to make of it. In the corner of his eye he made out another article of clothing; her pants. What is going on? he thought. He looked around the room, but could not see her. ?Micla?? he said, hoping to have her answer. He took one more glance around the room and noticed her shoes and socks thrown against the wall.
Noticing that another room within there was open, he began to move towards it, hoping that he would find his friend in there. As he moved closer, he could begin to see in there, but the door was still partially shut that his view was blocked. Grabbing it with one hand, he slowly opened it, not sure what to expect. After doing so, he could see her head perfectly?but that was all. The rest was hidden in the bathtub she was in, which was rather large. He could make out her face just fine, but she had her eyes closed. Several bubbles began to float into the air above her, but immediately popped, causing her to laugh slightly.
After knowing that she was awake, even though her eyes were closed, he knew he would not be disturbing her. ?Micla!? he yelled, enthused about telling how he ?foraged? food for her. Instead of being excited about seeing her digimon, she rather screamed in horror and began to flail around in the bathtub, trying to hard herself. ?I got food for you!?
?What are you doing in here, Beta?!? She stressed the last word, as a green monster was not the first person she?d want to walk in on her. ?Get out now!!? she exclaimed, trying to cover her whole body with the tub while only allowing the top of her head and her eyes to be seen by her digimon. Her head was shaking slightly after having just been shocked by the monster?s arrival.
He walked out fast as soon as he told him to, hoping that he would not upset her any further. After a few seconds he began to walk in again, just as the girl was starting to get comfortable, and said, ?Are you sure th??
?Get out!? she cut him off, not giving him a chance to finish, ?And close the door behind you, too!? The girl let out a heavy sigh as she heard the door close and went underwater, sinking her head beneath the bubbles. She let out a deep screaming, and even though it let a lot of water to flood into her mouth temporarily, it was worth it to get some of the frustration out. Bringing her head out from beneath, she spit the water that had collected in her mouth over the side of the bathtub onto the linoleum floor. Bringing a hand through her hair she once again leaned against the folded towel she had placed on the side to keep her back comfortable. ?Ah.?
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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