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Who: Masaru, Terra, partners
What: "Wait, we have a room-mate?"
Where: Their apartment
When: February 11th

Masaru and Agumon were rarely home. As accustomed as they were to traveling in the wilderness, they were just plain more comfortable ruffing it... or, as it turned out, freeloading at a friend's place.

But today, they had a reason to return home... which was for a change of clothes. Once they walked in, however... they realized something.

"Agumon..." Masaru said, glancing over at his partner.

"Aniki..." Agumon replied.

"We're not alone!" they both exclaimed, as they got into a fighting stance. An intruder...! That meant a fight!

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Terra and his digimon simply didn't often return to the rooms they were assigned. He had better things to do and most of the time a bed wasn't necessary and just got in the way. Like ships passing in the night, he'd just never encountered anyone else living there. Sure he had the idea that someone did, there was occasional evidence of it, but ...well.

Never seen 'em. Maybe they were invisible.

But today he had a lot of reorganizing to do of a certain map he's been working on for a couple weeks and that means the flat surfaces of desks and tables are required. Dorumon is content to have taken over a bed - and it may not even be Terra's - but Dracmon's busy helping with the map he's working on, having swept everything off of one of the two bureaus and then shoved it up against the other for a nice big writing surface.

And then the door opens, and he glances up, surprised, the road he'd been drawing stopped midway. Oh. Well. That proved someone DID live there.

As both Agumon and Masaru adopt fighting stances, they're simply stared at by the brown haired man and the Dracmon, with matched blank expressions. If there's a fight going on, someone forgot to tell the 'intruders'.

"...Okay." Terra's apparently not interested, by the way he goes back to his map. "Hello, both of you. I don't suppose you know what's east of NetSurf Village?"

Wait that's not how dramatic first encounters go!

Masaru and Agumon blanched. How the heck had they not noticed Terra sitting right there?!

"Don't give me any of that 'hello', crap!" Masaru barked, pointing dramatically. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?! What are you doing in our room?!"

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"This is the room my digimon and I were assigned when we arrived here over a month ago." This guy doesn't seem very ruffled by being yelled at, but he's annoyed. It just doesn't show itself, in his appearance or his voice.

Terra's good at hiding what he's feeling.

Dracmon takes his pencil and gets back to working on the map. The purple ball of fur on the bed sleeps on.

"... You've been here for over a month?!" he exclaimed. "Then how come we didn't notice you were here?!"

"... come to think of it, aniki, this would explain the purple fur I found in my bed the last time we slept here..."

By way of answer, Terra holds up his map. It's actually getting pretty detailed! Of course most of that footwork was copying Bumblebee's, but it was still a lot of work.

"I've been working on this. On foot. Which means days and days away from HospiTown. We usually drop in for a night or so, clean up and leave again. Sorry I never left a note. I wasn't sure anyone else really lived here either."

Only then does Dorumon even BEGIN to stir on the bed. It's probably not even Terra's bed. He blinks blurrily at the goings on and gives a cavernous yawn. Was there fighting?

"..."

Okay, now it was Masaru's turn to look foolish. He brought a hand to his forehead and sighed.

"So you're saying we kept missing each other?! That... that actually makes a lot of sense..."

Agumon turned, and frowned at Dorumon.

"That's my bed, you know. You never wondered why here were enough for five people?!"

You're one to talk, Agumon...

The response to that is another toothy yawn, and Dorumon sits up slowly, rubbing his muzzle with one forepaw. This waking up thing was always awful. "Well, nobody was using it, and Dracmon kicks in her sleep."

As if this is perfectly reasonable. "..But since you're here now you can have it back." The fuzzy digimon doesn't so much climb off the bed as he seems to sort of drip off the side and begin oozing across the floor to the other. Terra watches this for a few moments, bemused. He could have had a normal life, once.

After a moment the map's set down, and he offers one hand to Masaru. Okay, so their very first few minutes weren't the best, but it seemed to be worked out now. "My name's Terra. Sorry for the surprise. This is Dorumon and Dracmon, my partners."

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Agumon made a face. "Fine... but you're the one who's gonna have to clean the sheets..."

Masaru just hrmphed. "Don't apologize. Men don't need to apologize!" he exclaimed, grinning a bit. "Just see where they messed up and try to improve!"

He now offered Terra his hand.

"Name's Masaru. Daimon Masaru! My partner's name is Agumon!"

"Terra does that. I just tear them up." There's a sleepy wiggling of claws; they are rather sharp and it's not really a surprise. Terra just ... deals with it, the way he deals with most things.

Which is to say without complaint and as efficiently as possible so he can go do something else.

The offered hand is taken easily enough, and shook; there's no reason to not be friendly. "Where I'm from, real men aren't afraid to apologize when they know they've done something. But don't expect an apology if it's someone else's fault!" It only goes so far.

And in this, he could have been more considerate. "Masaru, then. Hello, Agumon. You two certainly looked ready to fight as soon as the door opened." Terra retrieves his map again; he still has work to do! "Would you really have fought in here? If the beds broke you'd have to sleep on the floor."

Dracmon looks up briefly, then holds up one hand. It has an eye on it. Is she just watching? "Maybe. Sometimes it's the victory that matters more than where you sleep afterwards."

It was Agumon's turn to "harumph" this time. "You can't make excuses! If you're going to live in a place like this, you need to learn how to manage your natural abilities like I did!"

Then he sighed. "I guess it falls on me to teach you, then..."

"The way I see it we both jumped to conclusions," Masaru said, stubbornly. "But let's move on, eh? ... And to be honest, I prolly would have have thrown you through the window first!"

He grinned at Dracmon. "Your partner has the right idea, though!"

But I already do lots!

Which is to say, mostly he sleeps.

[Terra is not saying one way or another if this is so, but doesn't stop Dorumon from hauling himself onto the other bed and promptly tucking back up into a comfortable looking ball of fluff. That Agumon was huge for an agumon, he's pretty sure arguing with the saurian digimon was not going to work in Dorumon's favor at all.

He just reviews what's happened since the door opened, bemused. 'We both jumped to conclusions', was it?]

You think so? Hm.

[...about throwing him through the window, or jumping to conclusions? Either way he's not really seemingly interested in pursuing it much.]

It's better to have a fight out in the open. No tricks, no traps. I guess you're alright.

[He waves a hand, almost dismissive. It's not just about winning! But ... also not going to argue it.]

....Don't suppose you know what's east of NetSurf?

[Back to that again. The answer's probably 'no'.]

Hey Agumon. What does your trainer feed you that let you get so big?

[Dracmon isn't as interested in sleeping as Dorumon is, it seems.]

"Tricks and traps nothin. There's just more room to move around out there, and I don't wanna smash any of my stuff. But eh, you're alright too!"

Masaru moved to sit down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Net Surf? Uh... nope. I haven't been out that way..."

Agumon raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'makes me so big'?! Is this because I look different from other Agumon again?!"

"Hm, that's a good enough reason." Terra didn't have a lot of stuff to smash up, but he'd be annoyed if his map got damaged. It was probably about the same thing. There's a brief sigh when Masaru hasn't been to NetSurf; it was a long shot to begin with, that part of the map would just need to go unfilled. "That's too bad. I was hoping to finish this soon."

Dracmon meanwhile studies Agumon for a long, long moment, as if trying to determine if he really does look different aside from size. "No.. not really. You have a normal agumon's yellow.. and stumpy tail, and long arms and short little legs.. You're just bigger. I thought maybe it was like Dorumon, he's bigger than most dorumon, and I think it's because he eats til he's about to pop."

There had to be some sort of size correlation here! Though Dorumon doesn't match Agumon, it balanced pretty well with a fairly tall partner.

"What's wrong with being a little different?" Apparently to Terra, this has come up before.

"There's nothing wrong with being different!" Agumon chimed. "It's one of the best things to be! But seriously, I looked like this from the moment I first evolved into Agumon!"

"Hey, keep at it!" Masaru told Terra. "Nothing worth doing is easy!"

"That's true. And when it's done.. we'll have a good, reliable map to share with everyone for this continent." It might not be every continent but it was something. And noting places for shelter or food, always useful for the wandering Chosen pairs! "Then it's a matter of finding all the other islands and continents.. I've heard there's one completely covered in darkness, that'll be hard to map."

How will he see it to map it?

Dracmon rubs her chin thoughtfully. So he only got that huge later? Well, there's probably a lot of conveniences to having such a large partner, for a human! "It's still pretty impressive. You could probably fit most of a normal Agumon in your mouth." Not so much for trying to eat as sheer BITING, agumons also have big teeth!

"'m not volunteering to see if Dorumon fit." Dorumon seems to have given up for the moment on a nap. It'll have to wait. "Can you digivolve yet?"

Agumon ignored the majority of that, and just smirked at the question Dorumon asked him. "Of course I can!" he exclaimed. "In fact, I can already reach my final form, ShineGreymon! Aniki and I already come from another world with a digital world in it, you see."

"... huh, that's pretty interesting," Masaru said, tilting his head to the side. "Hey, if you ever need a bodyguard for these fact finding missions..."

"How long did it take for you to learn to reach that stage?" Dracmon seems keenly interested; while Dorumon was content to wait for the right moment to evolve.. she wasn't. Sooner was better. Power was power, and they needed more of it.

A sentiment Terra shared, however reluctantly. Sometimes power backfired. He's listening to this other conversation, but he doesn't add to it right now. Masaru is glanced at instead, a smile crossing his face. Since when did Terra need a bodyguard?

Then again, his keyblade didn't work. Or his magic. "Company's always welcome. I don't know about a bodyguard, but extra eyes and hands are always good to have along."

"Hm? Well, it took a few months of me and aniki fighting together... I'd say half a year, really..."

"Sure sure," Masaru replied. "I'm just saying, fighting's what I specialize in!"

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