Walkies and Talkies

"I guess that was a pretty productive morning. Time for a break." The tamer stretched his arms out with a yawn. "...oh man, I think I could do with some fresh air. You wanna join me if I go for a walk?" "Of course, I would not...

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Honey I'm Home

The tamer awoke to discover an uncomfortable lump pressing into his back. Feeling around blindly behind him, he found a bony, fur-covered appendage pointing into his spine. He turned to look behind him and see what had disrupted his sleep, only to...

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Therapy (Not The Retail Kind)

The pair were still sitting on the armchair, cosied up together. Whilst Ren had mostly calmed down, the tamer was still a bit concerned about his partner. He knew the digimon wouldn't just forget his grievances and move on, given how upset the...

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An Odd Interview

Sometime about a month ago, you saw your school's psychiartist and she deduced that you've created an alternate reality for yourself to live in, so you won't have to put up with this life.

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Bring Your Digimon to Work Day

Fionaa: send me an alternative - remember plain background milest: ok will do he turned back to the digimon. “hey ren, fiona says we can take another picture."

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Slidin’ Into Yo’ Digivolutions

Basically flying through the neighbourhood, they arrived home in record time. In the front yard of the tamer's unit, Kyubimon lowered himself again so the tamer could hop off. Unfortunately, the tamer couldn't manage anything dignified like a...

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Past Your Bedtime

But somehow, it became a reality. i just…it seems foolish, thinking about it, but…" the digimon hesitated "what, ren?" "i…wanted to see how it would feel…sitting peacefully with my tamer." "well…if it means that much to you.

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On The Job Learning

No…twisting the fabric of reality?" "i am not sure what that would feel like. but yes, no drama. there is a fog that appears, but otherwise it is like simply stepping through a doorway." "well, that sucks.

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Please Enter Your Name

The tamer flicked through the various menus on the digivice, before coming across the screen showing his new partner's stats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STATUS [DIGIMON] Renamon [LEVEL] Rookie [WEIGHT] 17.34 GB [HEALTH] 100% ...

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Trade-in

"Hey Pete, I'm gonna need to take today off." "..." "Yeah, I know. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't important." "..." "Well… I gotta go to the cop shop." "..." "No, I'm not turning into a criminal." "..." ...

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Shake On It

"I am Renamon." "Call me Miles. Nice to meet you, Renamon." He offered a hand to the digimon out of habit. The digimon stared at it blankly for a moment, before looking back at him in confusion. "Do you need something?" "Huh?...

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Consequences

The tamer remained sitting on the ground for several minutes, heart still racing from the confrontation. His mind was trying to come to terms with the fact his digimon had almost attacked him. Many of the crowd had walked off, as they realised...

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