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?...
Lunch Date
The tamer sent the new photo to Fiona, who let him know they should get the pass later that afternoon. He spent the rest of the morning trying to get through some work, but found it difficult with the near-constant interruptions from his...
Digichore
The tamer treated Ren to a variety of breakfast items like toast and cereal. He had doubts about letting the digimon use a butter knife after seeing how Ren handled it, but decided there wasn't really much chance he could hurt himself with it. More...
Digimodesty
The pair got into a bit of a routine after that night of gaming, spending most evenings after work adding to Ren's new minecraft house. Ren would go back and forth between the Xbox and PC, using the computer to learn how to build something, then trying...
Never Gonna Give You Up
The drive home was a bit awkward. The tamer was still processing what had happened, and he didn't really know how to broach it with Ren. The digimon had also been unusually quiet, avoiding his usual raft of questions. The tamer suspected he...
Handy Dandy
The tamer was sitting on his couch, browsing his phone. Ren had smartly left him to cool off after his outburst, not bothering the tamer with the usual line of questions. He still couldn't quite believe Ren had put a hole in the wall. He scoffed...
Morning Glory
"Ugh…" The tamer awoke, sprawled haphazardly across the couch. His body clearly missed the support of a proper bed, feeling stiff all over. "Which idiot thought sleeping on the couch was a good idea?...oh…that's right." He slowly sat up,...
Wet dog
\*KRAK-OOM\* It was a stormy night, one of the colder ones they'd had in a while. The tamer was glad to be inside and staying warm, once again cosied up in front of his computer. However, tonight of all nights, Ren had decided to patrol the...
Existential Crisis
The pair left, heading back the way they came. Several minutes of silence passed before Ren spoke up. "Tamer, are you alright?" The tamer stopped to look back at his digimon. "Hmm? Yeah, just… kids can be real brats sometimes, huh?" ...
Believe It or Not
Between the two of them they had managed to get a fair bit of the housework done. Ren was now a certified expert with the vacuum, having done both the spare room and his tamer's bedroom. “Alrighty, thanks for doing that Ren. Saves a lot of time...
Belated Christmas Build-Up
Twas the day before Christmas, And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. Because the lazy bastards were still in bed. For once, the tamer had woken up without a mouthful of fur. More surprisingly,...
Ren-ovations
The pair had returned to the tamer's cubicle after finishing their sandwiches. The tamer found the interest in his new partner had quietened down. He thought he might be able to get some work done, but Ren had other plans. With the tamer's...