Yamato smiled as he greeted Mimi. ” Hey Meems. It’s great to see you!”
“Yama!” Mimi cried happily before she flung her arms around the blonde’s neck, pulling him into a hug. She pulled away after a few seconds and flashed Yamato her usual smile. “How have you been?”
songsof-sincerity has started following you
Keeping his eyes focused on his netbook’s screen, Kouji continued to type away the draft he had displayed before him. His teacher had assigned his class to write an essay about a particular topic, for social studies. The topic of choice wasn’t really a hard one to write about; after all, he liked to think that he was pretty good at this subject. But it was the writing part that made him sigh in frustration. He never really was a good writer.
After a moment, Kouji rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb, then glanced to his side and reached out for the capuccino he had ordered. Even though he disliked busy places, he had to admit that dropping by this cafe was a good idea. The cafe may be a bit packed what with most of its tables occupied, but it still had an unexpectedly calming atmosphere, and he felt rather relaxed here. It was a nice change of pace from his usual routine.
Without taking his eyes off his computer’s screen, he took a small sip of the liquid in his cup, then set his warm drink beside him and continued his typing, unaware of the person passing by the lone table he sat at.
Mimi dropped herself, rather gracelessly, into one of the scarce free chairs, letting out a puff of air that blew up her bangs. With her foot, she dragged the opposite free chair towards her, its legs scraping quite loudly against the concrete ground, and gently placed her bag upon its seat. Mimi, who was usually impatient and brash, was only being care due to the fact that hidden in her bag was her Digimon partner: Palmon.
When a waiter stopped by her, Mimi gave him a very specific set of instructions of how she wanted her iced tea — straight down the number of ice-cubes she wanted. He left with a look that was equal parts flustered and exasperated. Leaning back on the chair, regardless how uncomfortable and its weather-worn plastic backing was, Mimi proceeded to flip open a fashion magazine and skim through, occasionally stopping to ogle whatever new trend a tall, thin model was decking out in the photographs.
Unfortunately, the moment that a new waitress approached Mimi’s table was the moment that Palmon decided that it was too hot and stuffy to remain in the girl’s back any longer. The waitress, upon seeing the flowered green head start to emerge from Mimi’s pink backpack, proceeded to shriek and in her surprise drop the large glass of iced tea over Mimi, drenching the front of her clothes. In turn, the bearer of Sincerity let out a scream of her own that drowned out the hurried apologies coming from the waitress, who promptly forget about Palmon.
|How would you look in a cape and cowl?|
“Great, as usual!~ I’d look like a witch though, wouldn’t I?”
|how did you put that sincerety icon in your bio ? can you teach me ?|
[Um, sure! Just a heads up; I’m really really terrible at explaining anything, ahas. I guess just get whatever picture you want, preferably something small with a transparent background (either type .png or .gif) just because it looks better. Then upload it to either tinypic or imageshack (I personally prefer image shack) and once it’s uploaded, under the share option, there’s the HTML coding. Just copy and paste that into your description in the customize window, and you’re done! :D :D]
Everyone who is active, can you please reblog this post? I’ll leave it open for a week or so.
uoresu started following you
Running her fingers through her bubblegum-pink hair, Mimi let out a long-suffering sigh. Normally, she would’ve loved the heat, but on that certain summer day, it was just ridiculously hot. And it wasn’t that Mimi wasn’t used to American summers — which were always significantly hotter and brighter than those in Japan — it was just hot.
Palmon squirming in her backpack, the Digimon’s gangly limbs digging into Mimi’s back as she moved, wasn’t exactly making the situation any better either. “Sorry Palmon,” she murmured under her breath, just loud enough that it was audible for her Digimon counterpart. If it was uncomfortable for her, Mimi didn’t even want to think about how it must have been for Palmon, smothered in the fabric of Mimi’s bag. Letting out another sigh, Mimi stopped her pace and swung her backpack onto one shoulder, tugging the green creature out into her arms.
“I guess I’ll have to carry you. Can’t exactly tell people that I have a stuffed toy following me around,” Mimi said, ignoring the scandalized noise that Palmon made upon being called a stuffed toy and immediately shushing her. They pair were already receiving enough stares from people passing by — whether it was from how strange the “toy” looked or because they thought it was weird for a grown girl to carry around said toy, or a combination of both, Mimi didn’t care.
Wrapping her arms around the Digimon’s middle, Mimi carried Palmon as though she was carrying a particularly heavy sack of flour. Which really wasn’t much different to what was happening, because Mimi wasn’t the strongest of girls and Palmon definitely wasn’t the lightest of Digimon. “You better appreciate this, Palmon,” she grumbled petulantly, glaring down at the pink-flowered head.
|How's your time in America been, Mimi? Met any more new people to be pals with?|
“I’ve met a few new people, no new Digidestined though. But they’re still really nice, even though I have to either hide Palmon or lie and say that she’s a stuffed toy… which is almost always really awkward since people don’t expect an 18 year old to carry around toys, heh.”
“I got a lot of shopping done too, which it always really fun!”