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[trampledintheprocess]

Who: Agent Washington and you [OPEN]
What: Dealing with an unusually touchy Freelancer
When: October 29
Where: Around the city

[Well. Washingotn's partner had been starting to bug him with the worrying. He was fine. Really, he was. But since the Digimon didn't seem to see it that way, Wash decided to take a break and get some peace by heading out on his own to get away from Coronamon.

He's out, trying to keep from being noticed for now. But the armor and the paranoid touchiness probably make him stand out.]

[[OOC: Open to all, feel free to bother him.]]

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[notmyprophecy]

[Hollyleaf's out, walking. She appears a lot like she did when she and Agent Washington met, except for the torn right ear and scars across her face, from her right eye down to her cheek bone, as if she'd been scratched deep.

Still, she walks the city, without Veemon for now, and she spies him...and approaches.] Agent Washington. It's been some time.

[She's also notably brighter than before.]

[trampledintheprocess]

[Well, Washington certainly remembers visiting with this one a while back. But he's feeling... Different. He's a bit hesitant for a moment, but she's there and has seen him. He may as well talk for a little while.] Hello Hollyleaf.

[notmyprophecy]

[Her non-torn ear flicks and dips to the side a little.] How's the prey running? Ah, sorry, I mean, how are you?

[trampledintheprocess]

I'm doing well, now that Coronamon isn't constantly bothering me. [Well, more like Coronamon is probably frantically looking for him at this point for ditching him, but that's beside the point.]

[notmyprophecy]

[A quizzical look crosses her face.] Hm? That's odd... I might've been a little...disoriented, but I thought you two got along alright.

[trampledintheprocess]

We don't seem to see eye to eye anymore.

[notmyprophecy]

That's... Honestly, that's not very good. He's supposed to help you out, isn't he?