One such Mon didn't dare give her a second glance as he sipped from a tumbler of some harsh tasting liquid. His curly straw gave it a whimsical feel despite his grim expression.
Tonight had a sort of gritty feeling to it, like a worn out back alley where the gravel under your sneakers kicks up dust with every step and the dumpster is covered in rust.
A voice like silk being run over an opal called to him from the darkness.
"Well don't you look gloomy...and scruffy. I didn't know Digimon could grow a five-o-clock shadow."
A pale skinned beauty with all the curves of a snake and the eyes of a cat stood with a hand on her hip, cocked with confidence. Her own dress was a dark shade of grey that stood out against her snow white skin.
"If I had a bit for every thing YOU didn't know dame I could drink a Perfect level's amount of liquor and still have change." He grumbled facing away from her.
"Aw cheer up peach fuzz." She purred and from seemingly nowhere she produced a fedora. "I made you a little gift to try and cheer you up. You've been a real bummer ever since you-"
"Died. Right. Been there, done that. Rather not relive it thanks."
She frowned, and casually dusted off the hat. "I was going to say "Egged. It sounds nicer and less dramatic."
"Yeah and you hate drama don't ya?" He rolled his eyes. "Newsflash dollface. Just because we come back doesn't make death any less of a big deal for us Digimon."
She sniffed apparently not appreciating his attitude and plopped the hat on his head pushing it down over his eyes.
"If this is how you treat people who bring you gifts, I'd hate to see how you act around Christmas."
He growled and tugged on the hat adjusting it. There was a look of surprise as his wings popped through the hat where two holes had been cut to allow them movement. He gave it a few test flaps to see if he could still fly while wearing it and sure enough, he lifted off the seat.
"If this makes your guilt stop keeping you up at night then thanks." He muttered earning himself a sharp pinch that made him yelp. She took a seat next to him and ordered a dark amber colored drink with cherries in it.
"Is that what's been bothering you? A sudden acute sense of mortality?" she pressed plucking a cherry out of her drink and sucking it between her lips.
But he didn't answer. Not yet anyway, the night was young and he was in no place to be opening up to the woman who had held him at bay for so long.
He'd tried so hard to please her and what had that earned him? Pain, flame, and a dirt nap.
Fittingly, being burned to death had made him a little darker. Rougher. And he mourned for the boy he once was.
And grieved for the Mon he was becoming.
And so the two drank in silence as Jinx's sharp catlike eyes scanned the bar, perhaps for a victim, perhaps for some entertainment. And Noir continued sipping his drink watching the ice cubes clinking together as the fluids drained from his tumbler.
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One such Mon didn't dare give her a second glance as he sipped from a tumbler of some harsh tasting liquid. His curly straw gave it a whimsical feel despite his grim expression.
Tonight had a sort of gritty feeling to it, like a worn out back alley where the gravel under your sneakers kicks up dust with every step and the dumpster is covered in rust.
A voice like silk being run over an opal called to him from the darkness.
"Well don't you look gloomy...and scruffy. I didn't know Digimon could grow a five-o-clock shadow."
A pale skinned beauty with all the curves of a snake and the eyes of a cat stood with a hand on her hip, cocked with confidence. Her own dress was a dark shade of grey that stood out against her snow white skin.
"If I had a bit for every thing YOU didn't know dame I could drink a Perfect level's amount of liquor and still have change." He grumbled facing away from her.
"Aw cheer up peach fuzz." She purred and from seemingly nowhere she produced a fedora. "I made you a little gift to try and cheer you up. You've been a real bummer ever since you-"
"Died. Right. Been there, done that. Rather not relive it thanks."
She frowned, and casually dusted off the hat. "I was going to say "Egged. It sounds nicer and less dramatic."
"Yeah and you hate drama don't ya?" He rolled his eyes. "Newsflash dollface. Just because we come back doesn't make death any less of a big deal for us Digimon."
She sniffed apparently not appreciating his attitude and plopped the hat on his head pushing it down over his eyes.
"If this is how you treat people who bring you gifts, I'd hate to see how you act around Christmas."
He growled and tugged on the hat adjusting it. There was a look of surprise as his wings popped through the hat where two holes had been cut to allow them movement. He gave it a few test flaps to see if he could still fly while wearing it and sure enough, he lifted off the seat.
"If this makes your guilt stop keeping you up at night then thanks." He muttered earning himself a sharp pinch that made him yelp. She took a seat next to him and ordered a dark amber colored drink with cherries in it.
"Is that what's been bothering you? A sudden acute sense of mortality?" she pressed plucking a cherry out of her drink and sucking it between her lips.
But he didn't answer. Not yet anyway, the night was young and he was in no place to be opening up to the woman who had held him at bay for so long.
He'd tried so hard to please her and what had that earned him? Pain, flame, and a dirt nap.
Fittingly, being burned to death had made him a little darker. Rougher. And he mourned for the boy he once was.
And grieved for the Mon he was becoming.
And so the two drank in silence as Jinx's sharp catlike eyes scanned the bar, perhaps for a victim, perhaps for some entertainment. And Noir continued sipping his drink watching the ice cubes clinking together as the fluids drained from his tumbler.