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Who: Trixie, Minion the Pawnchessmon and YOU!
What: Trixie finally meets her roommate, but feel free to just stop by and visit with her.
Where: Trixie's apartment...oh yeah and Kovu lives here too.
When: After the chosen leave for Hospitown

Trixie had been irritated to find that the apartment she had been assigned to was in fact a double. But that didn't matter for long. When her roommate didn't show up she simply assumed she didn't have one. Truth be told if he had been dropping in she simply didn't notice because she'd been spending so much time working on her new cart.

And so today she decided she deserved some luxury and took the mattress off the second bed putting it ontop of her own mattress. She threw the extra blankets and pillows ontop and then climbed up her tower of comfort where she could lounge about luxuriously in nothing but her hat, a long T-shirt, panties and some cute striped socks with little toes built into them.

Trixie found them amusing and not as confining as pants.

She sang a little song to herself as she brushed out her hair giving it a thick and voluminous shine.

"When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song~"

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The door to the apartment closes and shuts with little fuss, three distinct sets of footsteps echoing around the room. But it doesn't take more than a moment for them to stop.

"What are you doing?" Kovu's voice is hoarse, harsh - barely more than a whisper. His lips are set into a snarl as he eyes the girl on the bed, singing her stupid song. At his side, he clenches one fist, trying to contain the territorial instinct that would have him tear her apart.

His partners are flanking him, not sure what to do with this situation. All they know is that Kovu's pissed off.

Trixie glanced up from her latest project, painting her fingernails. She'd seen a girl in the cafe with painted nails and decided she wanted to try it.

Blowing on the wet nails idly she studied him carefully. "The Great and Powerful Trixie is decorating her human fingernails with sparkly blue paint. Now it is Trixie's turn to question. Who are you and what are you doing in Trixie's room?" She pointed with her free hand directly at his nose.

A white Pawnchessmon shuffled out of the bathroom and his helmet turned to look at the newcomers.

"Oh! Hello!" He responded cheerfully.

"This," Kovu answers with barely contained rage, "is my room. Did you miss the part where we all got assigned room mates?"

His fist is starting to shake now. "Put the room back the way it was."

"Oh, is that what you are?" She leaned back onto the mattress and rolled onto her back leaving her sock clad legs dangling off the side of the double mattresses.

"Well you should have been here sooner. Trixie thought she was alone and has commandeered your bed. Perhaps if you look in the unused apartments you can find another."

"Ms. Trixie perhaps you should..." Her partner started but she simply sniffed and blew on her nails some more.

For a second, all Kovu can do is stand there staring at Trixie, shocked that she's got this much gall.

"Put it back." A growl underlays the words, and he takes a step toward the her. "Or I'm going to do it myself. Now."

Strabimon and Lopmon share a look, then both take a step back toward the door.

She looks decidedly unamused.

"What's the big deal? You clearly weren't using it. And Trixie has earned herself some extra comfort. She's been working very hard to be a better person." The proud former pony praised herself and offering him a flat look.

"Go play somewhere else and if you're nice Trixie may take pity on you and replace the mattress.

As soon as Trixie's words are fished, Kovu is right in front of her, lifting her up off the mattress by her shirt. He gets his face close to hers, so close she can feel his breath.

"I wasn't asking!"

Trixie made a startled noise as she was hauled off the bed. Her feet drug awkwardly on the ground as she found herself starring down a very irritated former lion.

"UNHAND TRIXIE YOU BRUTE!" She shrieked and in a panic lashed out with her knee catching him in the stomach.

Kovu buckles as her knee hits him in the gut, but quickly he's hefted her even higher, with his other arm raised and ready to strike.

"Kovu!"

Lopmon's voice rings out, and Kovu stops in his tracks. He scowls, then throws her at the wall, letting go.

She stumbles when thrown and smacks into the wall with a yelp, crumpling to the floor, legs bent to either side. Pawnchessmon scurried to her side and put his arms around her defensively.

"OW! How...uncalled for! You awful beast. You would DARE strike the Great and Powerful Trixie just because she is in a weak human body? What is WRONG with you?"

Kovu glares at her, panting. She can't see it, but those words stab into him like a knife. 'Awful beast.'

...Fine. Whatever. He doesn't say a word as he beckons to Strabimon. The Digimon helps him drag the second mattress off the bed and carries it back to the other side of the room.

Trixie stumbles to her feet clutching at Pawnchessmon.

"T-that's it! You stay on that side of the room! Trixie doesn't want to see you ever speaking so rashly to a female again!"

Pawnchessmon seemed much more interested in protecting his tamer then she was as he scurried across the room and dragged a curtain along the middle to block the line of sight between the two beds.

Muttering darkly to herself as she sat on her single mattress the words "Cruel savage." could be heard.

And the knife twists. Kovu's scowl deepens as he sits on his bed, while Lopmon grabs Strabimon to keep him from going to try to hurt Trixie himself.