It’s a loooooooong god damn drive to Tuhm Blur.

You’ve ended up sprawled in the drivers’ seat around dawn, plowing on through the early light.

Elecmon’s still asleep, so it’s down to Tink to keep you from going insane in the silence, asking you questions about the human world, back home.

Still in the desert, you’ve entered a field of road signs, all placed evenly, sticking up out of the sand, some stop signs, some saying no left turn, some just having posters on them for some reason.

“Spooky.” Tink mutters sarcastically, staring out the window as you breeze on through.

You pat her head, “Hey Tink? It’s cool if you wanna split off when we get to the city. Just to find those slavery people at least.”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. I might do that.” She nods along, keeping the bell on her chest from chiming. “Though if you’re going after those Mingle guys, you might need all the help you can get! I hear the Digimon up there are a lot tougher than most.”

“Where is it exactly?” You ask.

She shrugs, “Wherever it wants, it’s a flying cloud city, it can move around.”

That’s… unhelpful.

Just as the light breaks properly over the horizon, Daisy gives a cute little grunt, shaking her face as she starts to wake. “Ten more minuuuuutes!” She groans.

You watch her for a moment, before looking back out front and- oh shit!

You swerve to the side, hitting the brakes gently and rolling to a stop. You stare out window at your new discovery.

A huge RV sits in the middle of the desert, half buried in the sand and sticking up vertically, but the paint’s in pristine condition. “That thing looks like it’d be a lot comfier than this old clunker.” Tink points out.

You hop out, Daisy and Tink by your side, with the teacher unable to sleep, you pace around it. Tires are firm, fuel is full as far as you can tell, and peering through the window that’s above ground, it’s pretty spacious in there….

>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade
>Might be a trap, leave it alone
>Write in

>>45604416
>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

>>45604416
>>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

Captcha: Select all images with an RV

It's a sign, this is meant to be

>>45604416
>>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade
Ah, the ultimate road tripmobile.

>>45604416
>>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

>>45604416
>>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

What if it is a trap though?

We should like, yell out "There's no point in hiding, I know you're there!" as a bluff
And see if anything pops up thinking we're onto them.

>>45604416


>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

>>45604416
>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade
After we dig it out check if there is a way to haul the jeep.

>>45604416
>>45604634
Fucking this.
Also, wake up elecmon.

>>45604416
>>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

>>45604634
>>45604950

I like this plan.

I haven't been in the last few threads. How many girls have we slept with?

Sweet, time for an upgrade!

You head back to the jeep, shaking the others awake. “We found some new wheels, gonna need some help digging it out.” You tell them.

Elecmon’s the first one out, hurrying over, you digivolve him to help speed the process up, Casey and Guardromon soon behind.

Jeff and Gotsumon follow along, but Eva seems reluctant to move. “NNNNNgggghhh!” She groans, laying across the back seat. “Leave me alone.” She whines, grabbing at her stomach.

You just shake your head, grabbing one of her ankles and half tugging her out the door. “You can lay down properly, once we’ve got the RV out.” You tell her as Demi flaps past to help. “Come on.”

“Nnnnnnngh.” She whines again, forcing herself to her feet, still grabbing her stomach.

It takes the better part of a few hours, since Casey’s magic doesn’t work on the sand, digging and digging at the vehicle’s sides, creating a small crater around it as the sun starts to rise.

Jeff clears away a final chunk of sand, and RV finally starts to top forwards. “Everyone out!” Daisy calls, everyone scurrying up out of the ditch, only for Eva to trip at the last second, screaming as the bottom of the vehicle rushes at her.

It halts in the air, Guardromon and Leomon struggling to keep the vehicle in the air for a few more moments, slowing the descent as the girl hurries free.

With the car down on it’s wheels, and showering sand down it’s sides, you haul it up out of the ditch together, letting it sit on level ground. Just in case, you head up and knock, but… only silence.

>>45605269
We've penetrated Aru and licked Casey like an ice cream cone.

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Stepping inside… it’s pretty cozy. A big bed in the back area, a small bathroom, shower sink and toilet, a couch that folds out for two people to sleep on, table with room for four to sit and to front seats.

“Not bad.” You have to admit, before you feel three sharp points press into the side of your neck, something soft and light landing on your shoulder.

“Nobody move!” A small brown digimon squeaks, “Or he gets it!”

The horns pressed to your neck really don’t feel sharp enough to break skin.

>Knock it to the floor
>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length
>Apologise for intruding
>Write in

>>45605269
Third base with Casey, no changes otherwise. Eva is going to be a follower of Descartes soon, though.

>>45604416
Supporting >>45604634 and if nothing happens, then
>Get the others and dig it out, time for an upgrade

>>45605314
>Cuddle it.
>Cuddle the shit out of it.
That is the most adorable thing I've seen all day, oh my god.

>>45605314
>>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length
Say how cute it looks.

>>45605314
>>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length

>>45605314
>>Apologise for intruding

Can we fuck it

>>45605314
>Apologise for intruding
>We knocked and no one answered.

>>45605314
>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length
>Apologise for intruding

>>45605314
> Apologize for intruding
> Hold it at arm's length

>>45605314
>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length
>Apologise for intruding

>>45605314
>Apologise for intruding
>Grab it and hold it at arm’s length

>>45605314
>Choco
Eat this little shit. He's probably delicious.

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You pluck it off your shoulder and hold it at arm’s length. “Sorry for intruding little guy. And can I just say, you are ADorable!”

It tries to bite your hand, but mostly just ends up aggressively gumming you, given it’s lack of teeth. “Damn it.”

Tink flutters in, landing on your arm with her spear at the ready. “You need some help with this?”

“Nah.” You look back at the blob, “This thing yours?”

It pouts, “It was my friends. We were travelling to Brandom to get to the mainland, when this Devidramon and a human dropped out of the sky and attacked us for no reason! She turned my friend into an egg and hurt me so bad I turned back into a Chocomon! And she messed the car up with me stuck inside it! Just cos she could!”

“Woah, woah, you saw a human? A female one?” You ask.

It nods, “Yeah, dressed all in black, kinda crazy look in her eye, riding a big evil monster too. Dunno where they went though, I was a bit distracted by my friend being killed…” Fat tears are starting to well up in the corners of it’s eyes at it thinks about that, “I miss Wizardmon…”

Well… huh.

>You sell us the RV?
>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?
>Did you get her name?
>Write in

>>45605715
>Hug the sad, adorable little digimon.

Then when he's calmed down,
>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?

>>45605715
>>You sell us the RV?
>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?

>>45605715
>You sell us the RV?
>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?

>>45605715
> Give the cutiemon a hug
> Ask if he wants to share the RV and at least join us until we get to tuhm blur

>>45605715
>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?
>You sell us the RV?

>>45605715
>>You sell us the RV?
>>We’re going to Tuhm Blur, need a ride?

You pull it to your chest and give it a reassuring little hug. “It’ll be alright.” You assure it, “He’s just an egg, right?”

It whimpers out an “I guess so, and you set it on the counter. “Alright then. Say, how’s about this? You sell us the RV, and we’ll give you a ride back to civilisation? We’re heading to Tuhm Blur.”

It shrugs, “I guess so…” It sighs, bouncing up to the cupboard it had been hiding in and pulling some food out. “I’m gonna… nap.” With that it bounces over to a cushion and slumps on it’s side

With that, everyone starts loading the stuff out of the jeep, onto the RV, the elbow room nice to have. Food and supplies tucked away, Eva staggers to the back room, collapsing on the bed and drawing the dividing curtain closed, groaning still.

With nothing to tow it along, there’s not much you can really do with the jeep… the RV is automatic though, which means Daisy can volunteer to drive it.

>Leave the jeep, some other traveller might find it handy
>Offer to drive it behind the RV
>Make Eva do it, she wants some alone time, by the look of it.
>Write in

>>45606596
>Offer to drive it behind the RV

>>45606596
>>Leave the jeep, some other traveller might find it handy

Double check how much fuel it has though.
If we don't have a lot, it'd be good to get fuel from the jeep.

>>45606596
>>Offer to drive it behind the RV

>>45606596
>>Offer to drive it behind the RV

>>45606596
>Write in
Does the jeep have a winch in the front? Cause if so, tie it to the back and be on your way. Otherwise,
>>Offer to drive it behind the RV

>>45606596
>>Offer to drive it behind the RV

Sell it once we're in Tuhm Blur
Maybe get the fuel out once we're there like >>45606676 suggests, so we won't have to worry about fuel later on.

>>45606596
>Offer to drive it behind the RV with Eva
Remember that we can hook it behind the RV if necessary, having a scouting vehicle could be fairly useful.

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You look over at the jeep, “Daisy? You wanna take this thing? I’ll take the jeep along until we get to town, might be able to sell it on for a decent amount of money or something.”

She nods, “Just be careful over there, okay?”

You nod, dropping out the door, and onto the sand. Elecmon right behind you, you head for the jeep, turning the engine over, before a moment later the RV’s door opens again, Casey and Hagurumon hurrying over to you. “Wait up!”

She hops into the passenger seat, the two digimon stretching out in the back. “I thought you might like some more people to talk to is all.” She murmurs.

You shrug, “More the merrier. Specially when it’s you two.”

Casey flushes a little, smiling at that, as Daisy powers the giant vehicle forward, taking off again. Rolling off after her, Casey starts playing with the radio again, still unable to pick up any stations over than creepy numbers, this time counting down from a million.

“That’s… odd.” Casey mutters, shivering and changing the channel to static, before shrugging and turning the whole thing off.

You drum your fingers on the wheel, passing time as Casey decides to curl up and nap a little more.

The sun rises slowly towards noon as she wakes again, clearing her throat and pushing her glasses up her nose. “Hey, Dash?” She asks, breaking the silence as you power up to the side of the larger vehicle, enjoying what little shade it provides.

“Hmm?” You ask back, noticing Jeff waving out the window, before going back to talking to Tink.

“Um, are we- I mean, after the other night, we’re um-” She gulps heavily. “What’s all… this about…” She points a finger between you, then herself, coughing awkwardly and very busy not meeting your eyes.

Ahhh.

>Write in

Hook it up if possible, otherwise drive.

>>45607134
Explain loving, hippy polygamy to Cassie.

>>45607134
"You're really cute, Casey. I like you. A lot."

>>45607134
We're friends Casey, really good friends. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend because one, I'm pretty sure you could do a hell of a lot better than me, and two I'm not going to lie to you. We're friends with benefits if you like.

>>45607258
Seconded.

"Only if you want us to be."

>>45607134
>>45607210
>>45607329
These, I guess.

If only because they're not >>45607258.

Sorry about not being as active in spook last night I was fighting through rather severe migraine I think I'm kind of sick at least I think that was last night I'm not quite sure

>>45607134
>>45607225
This. Then, "but I'm not a very exclusive person."
And this.>>45607258

Honesty is key.

>>45607258
I'll second everything that exists as of this post that's *not* this one.

>>45607134
>Explain loving, hippy polygamy to Cassie.

>>45607134
>Explain loving polygamy to Cassie.

"Casey this dick is too big for one person alone, that's why it's for everyone."

>>45607358
Who are you and why do you think this is your blog.

>>45607134
>Explain loving, hippy polygamy to Cassie

calling it

>>45607358
Anon, no one knows who you are since we're all anons.

>>45607210
Her name isn't even Cassie, but it's hilarious imagining Dash having a serious conversation with Casey about his deep feelings for her when he can't even get her name right.

>>45607532
But they're pronounced the same? Or rather, there are possible pronunciations under each which are the same and Chuckles does not include a pronunciation guide.

>>45607560
Kay-see, the more gender neutral sounding one

>>45607560
Eh, idunno about you but I pronounce her name as "cay-see". I've met two girls named Casey who pronounced their names like that.

You consider your words carefully. “Wellllllll, you remember how I said I can find something to like in most people Casey?”

She nods, staring at you anxiously. “Yeah?”

You pat your chest, over your heart “Well, there’s a lot of love in here. More than enough for me to expend on one person.” She’s still staring at you, stone cold quiet, “And my parents always said that if that’s how I feel, then don’t just restrict it to one person. Hippies are like that.”

“So… you’re done with me?” She asks weakly, sounding about a few words away from tears.

You lean over and pat her head, “Course not, like I said. It’s about love. More than enough to go around, alright? You’re great Casey, I’d never just drop you like that.”

She sniffs, curling her knees up to her chest, “So… you love Aru too? And Ev- everyone else that you keep hitting on?”

“I didn’t say that.” You shrug, “I suppose I could love everyone, but I don’t, I’m not a lovewhore…. just a regular one.” You crack a grin.

This is harder to put in words than you'd thouht.

That…. gets a weak chuckle out of her. “I… guess.”

“It’s like this.” You grab her hand with a gentle squeeze, “If I care about someone, why not take that to it’s end? Free love man, we’re in a nonsense land of monsters, who’s to say we can’t, or shouldn’t? We shouldn’t have to limit it because of what other people think.”

Casey lets out a slow sigh, “I get it… I think.” She nods, lapsing into silence for a while.

>”But you’re my favourite” wink
>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>”Love ya Case”
>Let her think in silence for a bit
>Write in

>>45607809
>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”

>>45607809
>But you’re my favourite” wink
I kinda feel bad. This probably hurt her.

>>45607809
>>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>>”Love ya Case”

>>45607809
>>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>>”Love ya Case”

Fucking morons

>>45607809
>”Love ya Case”

>>45607809
>>Let her think in silence for a bit
I don't really know what think of this. Did we lose points, or are we still at the same place?

>>45607809
>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>”Love ya Case”

>>45607809
>>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>>”Love ya Case”

>>45607809
>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>And that's even greater than we did in your birthday
>”Love ya Case”

>>45607809
>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”
>”Love ya Case”
She's *my* favorite, but playing favorites in a polyamorous situation isn't really fair or good for anyone, even the favorites. So, like, 100% affection IC.

>>45607891
Every option that existed was bad for different reasons.

>>45607809
>>”But you’re my favourite” wink
>>”And you’re my best friend, don’t forget that”

Fucking of course we hurt her, and of course we lost points. Jesus, are some of you people that dense?

>>45607948
>Every option that existed was bad for different reasons.

No, anon just has to try and force a harem into everything. I'm not against it but admitting it to Casey was probably way too much for her to deal with.

>>45607949
Anon is a somewhat high functioning autist. Some of it's collective actually know how to deal with people, but most don't.

>>45608003
Even trying for monogamy would've been bad if a bunch of slutty retards flooded the quest (more than usual) and decided to sleep with someone else.

>>45608039
I hate and love Chcukles' playerbase

>>45607809
>”But you’re my favourite”
>”Love ya Case”

>>45608003
>I'm not against it but admitting it to Casey was probably way too much for her to deal with.
>"I'm okay with cheating on the girl as long as we lie to her and say we're exclusive"
wha

>>45608091
Gotta be honest. She deserves it.

>>45608091
Only reason I said I'm not against it is so I don't get screamed at over the internet. I don't need that in my evening.

>>45608137
what could lead someone to feel that much hatred for a fictional character

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>>45608137

>>45608152
I was disagreeing with what >>45608091 said in my comment >>45608137

My brain just doesn't work well and I leave key parts of the argument out sometimes.

>>45608205
It still doesn't make a lot of sense, considering the comment he replied to was mine.

>>45608039
I don't think it's a lot of slutty retards, more like the same few slutty retards samefagging.

>>45608017
I can see that now. I never thought people could be that stuipd or clueless.

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“And you’re my best friend.” You assure her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Love ya Case.”

She grunts, staring dead ahead out the windshield. Might have come on too strong with her… “I- you too…” She sighs, wiping at the corner of her eyes.

You blow a kiss in her direction, getting another half smile, before she loops back to silently staring out the front. “Think I’m gonna nap some more.” She finally mutters, pulling her hood up over her head and leaning against the window.

Hmmm. “Casey? If I just thought of you as a pump and dump- I’d tell you, seriously. You’re special to me.”

She nods, “I- I know. We wouldn’t have gone to the arcade after.. that. I’m just tired…”

She goes quiet after a few minutes, and you let the hours tick by, and before you know it, night drops over the desert again, your stomach grumbling and your brain demanding sleep…

“Honk the horn to get them to pull over.” Casey says, breaking the silence. You thought she was still out. A short honk later, the RV pulls to a halt and you park the jeep, taking the keys with you.

Casey offers you a weak smile as she steps out of the car, before walking right to the RV, letting herself inside.

You and the digimon follow behind her, greeted by the smell of boiling stew, Daisy fussing over a pot and stirring it every so often.

The twins are at the table, Eva slumped face first into it, while Casey heads straight for the back room, half shutting the divider to the bedroom behind her.

Hmmm.

>Go check on her
>What’s wrong with Eva
>Offer to help with dinner, be productive
>Other

>>45607809
>But you're my favorite

Tomboy love >>>>Spider love

>>45608324
>>What’s wrong with Eva

>>45608324
>>What’s wrong with Eva
She's been down all day, cramps?

>>45608324
>Go check on her

>>45608324
>>What’s wrong with Eva

Next time we should have a formal vote before fucking up our relationships. Ugh

>>45608324
>>What’s wrong with Eva
Goddammit. We made best girl feel like she was one night stand.

>>45608324
>>Go check on her

You anons are so fucking stupid goddamn.

>>45608324
>>Go check on her

>>45608324

>Go check on her

>>45608464
Believe it or not, throwing yourself at the problem in a relationship when you have nothing new to say or do relentlessly will not make it better.

>>45608324
>What’s wrong with Eva
Best girl needs her time.

calling it

>>45608324
>What’s wrong with Eva
Give Casey time digest before bothering her more.

>>45608620
>Best girl

hahahahahaha, oh wait you're serious, HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA

>>45608324
>>Go check on her

>>45608660
Different anon, but she is. Eva is also pretty good. Everyone else is thoroughly unimpressive.

>>45608700
Re reading that I thought he meant Eva was best girl. My mistake anon

>>45608700
It's bait, you don't have to reply to it.

>>45608745
It actually wasn't bait, I made a mistake.

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You slump down by the table, nudging the sister, “What’s wrong with you then? You’ve been whining all day.”

She twists her head, casting a hateful eye at you. “Cramps… bad cramps… all day.”

Jeff plugs his ears, making a face. “Gross. No one wants to hear that!”

She kicks him under the table, “Not like that!” She scowls, “In my back and stomach... and my arms.”She pulls her hands up to her table, her fingers half curled over themselves.

You grab her wrist, gently kneading at the veins over the joint, “Might be some weird virus?” Jeff muses.

“Maybe it’ from touching that stone yesterday?” Elecmon suggests. “I know Dash didn’t get anything from his, but… I dunno.”

Eva just groans slumping forwards on the table. “Even Ms Kelli’s magic shit won’t undo it.” She gripes.

“Eva, please, watch the language.” Daisy sighs, bustling about by the pot still. “Dinner will be ready soon, maybe a hot meal will help.”

Chocomon bounces to the table, waiting expectantly and silently for the food. After a few moments Eva breaks the patch in the conversation, “I’ll take the jeep after dinner. I slept all day anyway.”

“Cool.” You nod, the thick smell of the potato stew flooding your nostrils as a lid is lifted.

“And uh… I can take the RV for the night?” Jeff asks. “If you need a rest?”

Daisy shoots him a bright smile, “Thank you Jeff, that’s very kind.”

After a few minutes of rubbing her wrist, Eva’s fingers are starting unfurl, and she flexes them, staring appreciatively. “If you think you’re getting rid of the rest, you’ve got another thing coming.” She sighs, shifting into the corner a little to give you more seat.

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“Casey? Are you eating with us or not?” Daisy calls, silence for response. She shrugs and spoons out a bowl for everyone, letting Elecmon and Gotsumon share the spot she was about to take, eating standing up as you tuck in.

You pour it down your gullet quickly, trying not to burp appreciatively as you finish. “Good stuff.” You nod. “Thanks Daisy.”

She twirls a strand of hair around a finger, “It was nothing is all…” She murmurs, as everyone shifts positions, Jeff in the drivers seat, Eva heading for the jeep with Demi and Gotsumon with her, while Daisy just sits with Chocomon, helping the small digimon finish it’s meal, quite the task without hands of it’s own.

Casey’s still in the back room, and you think you can hear snoring from back there.

God you’re tired.

>Sleep in the back room
>Co-pilot the jeep, why not
>Hang with Jeff, you need some guy time
>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy.
>Write in

>>45609008
>>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy.

>>45609008
>>Hang with Jeff, you need some guy time

>>45609008
>>Co-pilot the jeep, why not

>>45609008
>>Sleep in the back room
Might as well make it a 4-way tie

>>45609008
>Hang out with Jeff

We need to level up our relationship with him.

>>45609008
>Sleep in the back room
I'm completely done with today existing.

>>45609008
>Hang with Jeff, you need some guy time

>>45609008
>Sleep in the back room
>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy.
Either/or

>>45609008
>>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy

>>45609008
>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy.

alright weve got a 3-3-3 tie

so pick one and only one

>Sleep
>Dishes
>Jeff

>>45609256
Jeff

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609008
>>Clean the dishes for Daisy, she’s busy.
then
>Hang with Jeff, you need some guy time

We never spend time wtih this guy

>>45609256
>>Dishes

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609281
Good.

>>45609256
>>Jeff

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609256
>>Jeff

>>45609256
>Jeff

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609256
>Sleep

>>45609256
>>Jeff

votes closed

Anons really don't like Jeff, huh?

>>45609466
I like Jeff.

>>45609466
Eh. I don't really like him but I just feel bad about today, so I vote to destroy it with the power of time travel.

>>45609466
I also like Jeff. Maybe we'll spend time with him later.

>>45609466
I just don't find him very interesting, honestly.

>>45609466
He is a wet shit at the opera

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You yawn, heading for the back room, patting Hagurumon and Elecmon’s heads as you walk past the couch, the two content too curl up on it for a while, twitching aside the divider to the bedroom and shutting it behind you.

Casey’s sprawled out across the twin bed, her glasses at a jilted angle. You lean down and set them right, a small smile spreading on her face in her sleep, before she blinks herself awake. “Dashhh?” She grumbles out, knuckling her eyes.

“It cool if I lay down?” You ask.

She licks her lips, before making space, leaving you to kick your shoes off and lay down.

On your back, you flick the light in the small room off, throwing you both into dark, you shut your eyes, feeling the tug of sleep, before- “Dash?”

“Yeah?” You respond.

An arm curls over your chest. “I… everything my brains saying says I… shouldn’t. But…” She gulps in the dark, blindly fumbling for your hand and linking her fingers in yours. “I… still llll-” She squeezes a little harder. “I love you.” She finally admits. “Just… never go near my parents, when we get home. I- if we ever do.”

>You wanna go home now?
>Kiss the girl
>Deal!
>Want me to tone it down a little?
>Write in

>>45609632
>>You wanna go home now?

>>45609632
>>Kiss the girl

>>45609632
>>Kiss the girl
Fuck, I like Aru. But Casey is just the best.
I take it "Tone it down a little" means we limit our manwhoring?

>>45609632
>Kiss the girl
>You wanna go home now?

>>45609632
>You wanna go home now?
>Want me to tone it down a little?
>Kiss the girl

>>45609681
Kinda want to limit it anyway

>>45609632
>Kiss the girl
>You wanna go home now?

>>45609632
>>Kiss the girl

>>45609632
>>Want me to tone it down a little?

>>45609704
I want to as well, but I'm not sure if Anons will do so cause the moment a new pair of tits show up, boners take control of the mind.

>>45609632
>You wanna go home now?
>Kiss the girl
I'm also okay with toning it down, but I can't see a way for it to lead into the kiss like asking her if she wants to go home, and I think it would mean more if we do it without asking her and potentially making her feel like she's being selfish or demanding.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq2DQB73SgA

>>45609704
I'd like to limit it as well, maybe get it under control. Maybe Casey (and one or two others) could help with that.

>>45609632
>>Kiss the girl
>Want me to tone it down a little?

>>45609632
Adding to my post >>45609714
>Want me to tone it down a little?

>>45609632
>You wanna go home now?
>Want me to tone it down a little?
>Kiss the girl

>>45609632
>>Want me to tone it down a little?
>>Kiss the girl

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You lean around in the dark, finding her face and guiding yourself blindly to her lips. “Dash, you just kissed my ear.” She tells you with a half laugh.

“Whoops.” You get it on the second try, lying down face to face with her. “So… you wanna go home now, then?”

She pauses, “I… I don’t know. Maybe?” Her warm breath blows against your face, “I like it here… but I miss my mum. And… my parrot.” You note she didn’t say her stepdad, but squeeze her hand.

“Well, we’ll see, if we ever find a way out of here, we can decide then, huh?” You tell her.

She nods, shifting closer, forehead bumping to your chin. “Alright.” You yawn a little and shut your eyes, letting sleep take you properly this time. It’s nice having a bed on the road now.

At some point you’re half woken, Casey slipping out of the room quietly, the flush of the bathroom, before sleep drags you back down.

You awaken in a comfy warmth, laying on the spider silk pillow Aru gave you, something incredibly soft and warm pressed into your face. Your eyes flick open, soft pale skin in front of you, round and jiggly when the RV hits the odd bounce in the road.

Glancing up- Oh!

You jump back, streams of red hair whooshing backwards as you see Daisy had been the one you’d been nuzzling in your sleep, dozing quietly with a content look on her face.

Listening out, you can hear the low buzz of Casey’s voice through the door, sunlight streaming into the bedroom, you blink your eyes and draw the blinds.

Ignoring the near painful morning wood you’ve sprung, you sit upright, disturbing the teacher. “Morning.” You grunt, trying to subtly tuck under the sheets.

“Morning.” She mewls back, reaching for her glasses, her eyes looking anywhere but where your hands are still working on the less than subtle tuck and hide. “Do you have any tips on being a better leader?” She suddenly blurts out.

“Wha…” You grunt.

“It’s just… the other kids listen to you, before me… and I’m the adult here and…” She gulps, her chest heaving, “I just don’t know what I’m doing, while you just say things, and everyone follows… and things always work out and...” She bows her head, “I’ve got no clue what I’m doing, no Digimon to help out… I just feel like dead weight.”

>People listen when you talk, just speak up more
>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot
>Write in

>>45610070
>People listen when you talk, just speak up more
>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot

>>45610070
>>People listen when you talk, just speak up more
>>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot

>>45610070
>People listen when you talk, just speak up more
>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot

>>45610070
>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot
>People listen when you talk, just speak up more.
>Some of it is confidence, some of it is knowing and thinking about what others care about or want. Or what the right thing to do at the moment is. You've also gotta say so everyone can talk about it, not just ordering someone to do something.

>>45610070
>>People listen when you talk, just speak up more
>>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot

>Write in
>It's a bit of confidence and force of personality. Most people are afraid to step forward in the off chance they'll be wrong, but if no one does then we won't get anywhere. I'm just too stupid to think about being wrong.

>>45610070
>>You’re not dead weight, you’re a great cook AND healer to boot
>>Do you want to lead or do you want to help?

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You give her a nod, finally achieving the tuck, “Hey, you’re not dead weight! You’re a great cook, and a great healer to boot!” You give her a pat on the arm, watching her wince as your hand touches her. “Ah, sorry.”

She shakes her head, “D-don’t mind it.” She shakes her head. “And… thank you, but…”

You shake your head, “People listen when you talk, you just have to speak up more.”

“But what if I make a bad choice?” She asks, “And one of you kids were hurt because of it, I couldn’t live with myself if.”

You shush her, “Look, some of it’s confidence, and force of will, and sometimes people don’t want to be the one who makes the bad plan. But I’m too stupid to second guess myself.” You pound your chest with a fist, grinning at her. “Just think of people’s personalities and skillsets, don’t order them… ask. We’re all equals if we’re here like this.”

She takes that under consideration a moment, “I… you’re right.” She gulps, nodding to herself. “I-I have to stop worrying about repercussions sometimes and just… say the first plan that comes to mind. I can’t let doubt paralyze me again.”

Again?

She scoots forward to the foot of the bed, stopping to give you a… very friendly, very squishy hug that isn’t helping your little friend, before she’s out the door.

Okay, you need to deal with this thing.

You slip right into the bathroom, emerging a short while later, sweaty faced and slump on the couch next to Tink. “You smell funny.” She points out, flapping up to your face and sniffing at you. “I kinda like it!” She zips around you as you wipe it off, Casey and Jeff chatting in the front seats, Daisy now fussing over breakfast. “What is it? It’s familiar… but different.”

>Ask me some other time.
>You couldn’t have asked ten minutes ago?
>That’s the smell of private Dash time, if you catch my drift
>Write in

>>45610615
DASH TIME

>>45610615
>You couldn’t have asked ten minutes ago?

>>45610615
>>You couldn’t have asked ten minutes ago?

>>45610615
>>You couldn’t have asked ten minutes ago?

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>>45610615
>Familiar?
That's my write in, by the way

>>45610667
Seconding this

>>45610615
supporting >>45610667

>>45610615

Support >>45610667

>>45610667
Fuck, that pic made chuckle. Fourthing this.

>>45610615
>You couldn’t have asked ten minutes ago?
Plus
>familiar?

>>45610727
Indeed. Both is good.

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>>45610667
This. Fucking this.

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"Familiar?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at you. "Familiar how?"

She shrugs, "I dunno... kinda reminds me... Coded Village when I was little, smells like... something from there.

Hmm. “Well you could have asked me ten minutes ago, I’d have been perfectly willing to give you a demonstration of what that smell comes from.”

Her tiny mouth falls open in understanding as she lands on your thigh. “Ohhhhh! I get it.” She giggles a little, the bell on her chest tinkling. “Feeling desperate are we Dashie?”

“At present time, yes.” You reply. “I’m sure another demonstration could be ready in a few minutes, but I’m tired right now.”

Tink giggles, fluttering over to the food and swiping a handful of cereal, the rings as big as her face as she bites into them, planting herself on your thigh again. You shift her aside, getting your own meal.

With some eggs in your stomach, Chocomon bounces up to your side, asking you to feed it too. You scrape some food into the critters mouth, feeling up to the challenge again after the break.

>Hey Tink, I’ve got this thing in the backroom you might wanna see
>Hang on, ask Chocomon something first (Write in)
>Eh, check on Eva, she’s driving close enough to the door.
>Head up front, ask how far it is.
>Write in

>>45610962
>>Eh, check on Eva, she’s driving close enough to the door.
Gotta see if her cramps are better.

>>45610962
>>Eh, check on Eva, she’s driving close

>>45610962
>>Eh, check on Eva, she’s driving close enough to the door.

>>45610962
>>Eh, check on Eva, she’s driving close enough to the door.

Alright, heres a question

Do you wanna
>do it safe
orrrr
>Show off and do something stupid and cool

>>45611129
>do it safe

>>45611129
>>Show off and do something stupid and cool
You should know, Chuckles.

>>45611129
>>Show off and do something stupid and cool

>>45611129
>do it safe

>>45611129
>Show off and do something stupid and cool
Do you have to ask?

>>45611129
>>do it safe
Don't want to die just yet.

>>45611129
>Show off and do something stupid and cool
Like we wouldn't have drunk the pint of paint even if we had known about it.

Well, seems like we're going the way of the PQAnon. Hope we don't roll any 13s. I just hope QG doesn't cringe in terror.

>>45611129
>do it safe

>>45611129
>Show off and do something stupid and cool

>>45611245
Who? What?

Alllrighty

Roll me a d20 DC is 15, best of five

>>45611308
WOO!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>45611308
rolling

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>45611308

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>45611308
Descartes be with us.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>45611308

>>45611297
Reference to another quest. We killed the MC there and he became a ghost.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>45611308
>>45611312
I'm a failure. Typed dice+d20 instead of dice+1d20

>>45611321
>>45611317
I'm so sorry, anon.

>>45611324
Thank Descartes for you, anon.

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>>45611317
>>45611321

>>45611317
Hahahaha

>>45611340
Crits override.

>>45611340
The damage was already done. Nothing I could do.
Time to become a ghost.

>>45611349
Fuck, I guess we're dying then.

>>45611317

This wouldnt happens if you guy play safe.
Fuck it.
Maximum Thrust

Rolled 13 (1d15)

rolling damage for tripping over your own dick

>>45611378
Goddammit, we're fucked.

>>45611378
GODDAMMIT. A FUCKING 13. THIS REALLY IS PHANTY QUEST.

>>45611378
hahahahaha

It's been nice playing with you guys, but this may be the end for Dash.

>>45611378
Damn
The risk of having a huge dick, both literal and metamorph

>>45611403
You jinx'd it Anon.
You jinx'd it

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>>45611403
Have we had bad 13 rolls before? I haven't been keeping up with this quest too closely.

>>45611371
The worst part is that I voted to keep it safe and I rolled the 1 last time in Spook quest

>>45611475
That's nothing. I vote for safe but it was me who roll that ultimately lead to the death of PQanon. It still hurt

>>45611508
IT WAS YOU. IT WAS YOU. WE COULD'VE HAD BLOOBERRY PANCAKES FOREVER.

>>45611508
You're a monster. Leave this thread.

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>>45611508
Fuck I'm not even mad.
I can't be mad.
I can't even imagine what that feels like.

If we make this out alive then we're playing it safe forever.

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You glance around, “Just gonna check on Eva, okay?”

Before anyone can stop you, you fling the door open, lean over and pull the jeeps passenger door open.

This’ll be easy, just a short jump and-

FUCK!

You slip, your foot slamming against the ground, the friction of the blow and the rushing wind sucking you out into the open air.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You reach out on instinct, managing to grab at the roof rack, your shoes getting torn off your feet as you’re dragged along the ground alongside the car, your feet turning to burning raw nerves as you cling on, managing to haul yourself back back up the car and into the seat, the ferocious winds easing off as Eva slows the car down.

“What the hell were you THINKING!” She demands, punching you in the back as you bring your bloodied feet into the car, barefoot and road rashed to hell. “You- you could have died!” She punches you again, bringing the car to a halt, as the bigger vehicle slows down.

You shrug, trying to grin through the pain, “Ah, you know, just being…. Dash.” You grin, before you notice twin fat tears trailing down her cheeks.

“I thought I ran you over or something! I thought I killed you!” She punches again. “Fucking idiot!”

Yes, this is a problem for her right now. You spin around, your feet coming into her view, she lets out a little scream, “Jesus Christ, are you okay?” She asks, another, gentler punch hitting your shoulders.

“Not. Really.” You grit out, gingerly brushing sand out of the open wounds.

She leans in, “I- I thought you were just fucking with me, I thought you were fine….” She sniffs again, “We need to get those patched up.”

>Awww, you do care
>Yeah, so can you stop punching me?
>Write in

I gotta go out for half an hour or so, amuse yourselves

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I'm laughing so goddamn hard right now, I love you guys.

>>45611592
>>Awww, you do care
>>Yeah, so can you stop punching me?

>>45611592
>>Awww, you do care

The fact that Eva looks like Galko amuses the shit out of me

>>45611592
>>Awww, you do care
>>Yeah, so can you stop punching me?
This is better than us succeeding, really.

>>45611592
>Awww, you do care
>So can you stop punching me? *Wink*

>>45611563
Be happy that dash didnt die

>>45611551
>>45611528
At least PQanon can become god
At least here's looking at you, kid

>>45611592
>Awww, you do care

>>45611592
>Awww, you do care
>Yeah, so can you stop punching me?

Let's play it safe for a while now.

>>45611592
Can we keep this from the others, I think Daisy will flunk me forever, Casey may suggest a lobotomy though this will do wonders for your brother's self esteem.

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>>45611640
>At least PQanon can become god
I'd much rather have spooky waifu than neckbearded delusional ghost.

>>45611673
I doubt we could keep this from the others, since our feet are probably fucked up.

>>45611592
>>Write in
"But enough about my problems, how are you holding up?"

>>45611640
I'm past anger, rage, peace and nirvana. I am become Anon, the autist of worlds.

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>>45611403
>>45611378
>Welp! Time to see how Digimang Quest is doing!
>Sees this

Same number. Same situation. Spooky!

Sorry guys. I think my presence might have caused this. Either that or I made the hypersigils too dank. They're starting to bleed into other quests. And into real life apparently. Pic Related.

>>45611690
I like this.

>>45611890
QG, why? Which one of the many gods ghosts did you piss off that caused this? We could shown off our big balls to everyone. Now they're sore and rashy.

Alrighty, back and writing

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>>45611475
>>45611508
>>45611528
>>45611551
>>45611403
>>45611640
>>45611674
>That feel when I'm an infamous player killer

It feels bad...but also good. I'm half way considering changing my twitter pic to pic related.

I think Dash might be magikally doomed now. Just wait until we run into a Piedmon . Three bad rolls later and our waifus are mind-wiped keychain dolls.

...Man, I wonder how many anons in this thread have no idea what the hell we're talking about?

>>45611917
I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Hermanubis paper I'm writing. Nope. Nothing at all...

>>45612028
>I wonder how many anons in this thread have no idea what the hell we're talking about?
All I know is I've never hated someone so quickly and completely before.

You grimace through the pain, adrenalines running too fast too properly process it yet. “Awww, Eva, you do care. Hey, you know what’s a good way of showing someone you care? Not punching them, especially when they’re injured.”

She punches you again, “Shut up.” She orders, halfway between a choked sob and a laugh. “Come on, we gotta patch you up.” She pulls you to swivel around, pulling your leg up into her lap and fetching a water bottle, “Grit your teeth.” She warns, a split second before pouring it.

The cool water feels like acid as it flushes the loose sand away, forcing a growl out of you. “Sorry…” She coos, opening the glove box for a roll of bandages, starting to wrap the foot with ginger care. “It’s just temporary.”

You nod through it, the burning pain starting to kick in as your adrenaline fades. She starts at the ankle winding down with practiced ease, trying to avoid looking at the messier parts before brushing-

“CHRIST!” You hiss, Eva jumping away as you jerk the foot back.

Yup… definitely got a fractured bone in there somewhere.

An ice block is shoved over your shoulder, wrapped in a thin shirt. “Here.” Jeff puffs, having sprinted ahead of the other two, his face bright red as you take it and chest bare.

You take the ice block pressing it against the burning skin, feeling a little relief at the cold touch, Casey and Daisy bringing up the rear as Gotsumon and Demi crowd around as well.

“Make space please….” Daisy pleads, shoving everyone out of the way as you turn outwards, holding your mangle feet out to her.

“Oh… Dash.” She sighs, a soft white light glowing around her palms. “I’m not fully charged right now. Something will have to wait until I’ve recovered a little more.

She lays her hands on your foot, wincing at the touch as she closes off the active bleeding. “Ummm, which do you want done first? The cuts or the broken bone?”

>Broken bone
>Fix the cuts, don’t want to get infected.

>>45612125
>>Fix the cuts, don’t want to get infected.

What's this other quest you guys are talking about where the MC died.

This is the Dash fucks up horribly episode, so I can't wait to see what happens next. Another incident like MadLeomon, perhaps.

>>45612125
>Broken bone
Cuts are easier to manage until Daisy recharges than a broken bone

>>45612125
...I'm going to vote to fix the cut. No sense in getting a virus stuck inside our foot. Odds are if that happens it could turn very Evil Dead very fast.

>>45612156

Psychic Ghost Detective Quest aka Phanty Quest

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B32Wff8dg015dHBGVDBmcVVCT0k

I believe thread 4 is where things got spooky.

>>45612085
The left hand path is exciting but the right hand path is more secure. Remember that anon.

>>45612125
>Broken bone

>>45612218
You convinced me

>>45612193
It's more the "anons overreact and shitpost instead of voting" episode.

Hey guys, I'm an attention whore who leaves his name on with no trip in another guys quest and derails the conversation, isn't this fun?

>>45612125
>Broken bone

Just gotta make sure the bandages on the cuts are changed regularly.

>>45612125
I suppose fix the cuts. Bones can't get infected.
At least I don't think they can.

>>45612248
Clearly someone wants to catch deadly Boneitis

>>45612248
They can, it's pretty nasty.

>>45612248
Google bone infection

>>45612240
Well shit now you've got me paranoid.

>>45612270
I'd rather not, I'll just take everyone's word for it.

>>45612232
Well, It's just another day in quests

>>45612255
I thought Dash already solved the bone problem

Need a tiebreaker people

>>45612312
Bone

>>45612270
>>45612275
>>45612255
>>45612256
...Yeah, but the thing is we're data. And I imagine a virus infection through one vector is just as bad as another. I'm not a medico by any stretch but I -think- an open cut can get infected faster than a broken bone. And all things being equal the rate and ease of infection is key here.

Fucking data lifeforms, how do they work?
>>45612240
I'm sorry anon. I didn't mean to derail anything. Just wanted to discuss spooky inter-quest coincidences. I'll go back to anon.

>>45612312
Fix the broken bone.

>>45612331
I think a purely internal break can still be infected, though I can't remember how easily. There would be some vector either way, is the point, but we can't help the bone's chances if we repair the cuts.

>>45612371
>but we can't help the bone's chances if we repair the cut

You got me there. Not that it would make a difference but I switch to bone.

>>45612331
Yeah, but you can cut away gangrene if you act fast enough and it'll just leave some naaasty scars.
With bones, you either need anti-biotics or a surgeons saw

>>45612331
If we're really just data here, how bad would an infection or a broken bone really be?
Can't we just eat some food or a health potion of some kind? Or have Daisy cast some other kind of healing spell on us?
I'm not at all experienced with Digimon's lore, so sorry if this is all stupid, but our physical state being simplified to just "Health" and "Stamina" on our digivice really give me the impression that any kind of recovery should be simple too.

>>45612411
I'm not sure either. The show didn't really go into detail about the particulars of being a data-person.

But come to think of it Kairi DID get sick that one time. So apparently it IS possible to get sick just like in the human world.

What are germs though? Is there a germon?

Do digimon and data-form humans have immune systems?

Are digimon just made of smaller microscopic digimon?

>>45612125
>>Fix the cuts, don’t want to get infected.

“Fix the bone.” I nod, grimacing as I feel it slide back in place, setting itself right.

“Did I get it?” She quavers, looking up at you. You nod back and she licks her lips, “Sorry Dash, I would have eaten a lot more the last few days if I’d known.” She pats your thigh, as Jeff hands over another ice block. “I’ll try and eat up, to get you back on your feet, alright?”

You nod, Casey peering in at you. “Can you stand? We should probably lay you down somewhere better than here.”

You try to but… The sand burns like a motherfuckr as soon as you touch the ground, hissing and recoiling away. Elecmon steps forwards, telling you to digivolve him, before he scoops you out of the car in his arms, easily carrying your weight.

“You’re going to be alright.” He assures you, starting back towards the RV. Your shoes on the other hand… those things are lost to the desert at this rate, with all the swerving you did to the jeep, who knows where they flew off.

Leomon ducks his head, heading for the back room and laying you down on the mattress, feeling your forehead. “No fever, just get some rest, alright?” He nods, shrinking down to Elecmon again.

Ow…. ow…. ow….

The rest seem content to let you sleep, but Jeff steps in, “Hey, thought this might help.” He shrugs, setting a bucket down at the end of the bed. “Our mum wears heels a lot, so she likes to ice the pain away.” He snaps his fingers and a stream of ice cubes falls into it, filling it slowly, before he places a towel over the top. “Just put ‘em on top, and it might… I dunno, help a little.”

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You scoot forward and test it out… it actually kinda helps a bit. “Thanks man.” You nod, as he hurriedly fetches a new shirt, a faded scar running down from one armpit, almost reaching to his now slowly shrinking waist, as the RV and jeep slowly rev back to life.

You push a little deeper into the ice bucket, sighing as the pain eases off. “Just make sure you don’t keep them on the ice too long.” He warns.

“No worries.” You assure him.

>What’s with the scar?
>Wanna play that round of cards now?
>Mind sending Casey back here?
>Mind sending Tink back here?
>Write in

>>45612491
CASEY! I NEED YOU!

>>45612491
>>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
we bond with jeff nao

>What’s with the scar?
>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
>What’s with the scar?
>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
>>What’s with the scar?
>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
>>What’s with the scar?
>>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
>>Wanna play that round of cards now?

>>45612491
>Wanna play that round of cards now?

You jerk your chin at him, “What’s with the scar?”

He flushes, hurriedly tugging his shirt down. “Huh? Oh that? It’s nothing. Just… you know, stupid kid stuff.”

You pat the bed, tugging out a pack of cards from the stuff that was stowed away. “Tell me about it, we’ll play a round.”

He looks back out the room for a moment, before shrugging, “Yeah, okay.” He sits opposite you, clearing his throat. “Texas hold’em?” You nod and he deals, Elecmon joining in.

“Jeff? The scar?” You prompt as he silently examines his cards.

“Right, yeah.” He laughs awkwardly, “Uhhh, my dear sister and her friends were climbing a tree when we were about… eight? And mum said I should try and hang out with them some more, since I didn’t... “ He clears his throat again, “I didn’t have a lot of friends- back then - I mean.” So I tagged along and they were all going for the top branch of the tree to try and get away from me. But they were being nice to me, trying to get me climb up after them.”

You toss your cards down, realising they’re shit. “Why’s that?” You ask, as Elecmon takes the round.

Jeff sighs, “Because, they figured out how to get rid of me.” They climbed all the way up before I could see where they went, and then when I came up, they were guiding me… right onto a shitty branch that snapped when I stepped on it. Eva wasn’t in on it, or that’s what she says, but…” He points to his side, I hit an outcropping on another branch and it stabbed into my side, all the way up until I bounced off. Tore my fingernails out trying to hold onto something before I hit the ground.”

Jesus. “Then the other kids were fuckers and ran for the hills?” you guess.

He nods. “Didn’t want to get in trouble. Eva went for mum, had to spend a month in hospital with stitches up my side… Our family doesn’t do well with trees.” He mutters darkly. Taking his own win for the round and dealing again.

I love you guys. No matter how bad the end result is know that I, a random anon, would have done the same.

“That sucks dude.” You grimace. “And I thought I had it bad with my feet, huh?” You try and lighten the mood.

He cracks half a smile, his funk gone quickly, “Eh, I still wouldn’t want to be in your shoes… or lack thereof.” He sighs, tapping his foot against the bucket.

You change topics, keeping it lighter, “Well, hey, if we make it home, this’ll be a hell of a story, right? Chicks’ll be lining up to hear it.”

He nods, “Yeah, we’ll see. It’s either that or everyone thinks we’re insane.” He clicks his teeth a few moments, and from this angle, you can really notice some of the weight he’s dropped in the few short weeks, “Speaking of… are you trying to bang that spider lady... or Casey... or my sister? I can never tell.”

>Yes.
>Well, Aru and I already kinda...
>Casey and I are a thing now, so that’s something.
>Daisy too, while I’m at it
>Write in

>>45612766
>Yes.
>Daisy too, while I’m at it
And Tink too as soon as I figure out a way to make it pleasurable for her.

>>45612766
>>Yes.

Say it like a Bond villain

>>45612779
This.
Dash is a very honest boy today.

>>45612766
>Yes.
>Daisy too, while I’m at it

>>45612766
>Yes.
>But being a friend to them is more important.
>Casey and I are a thing now, so that’s something.

>>45612766
>>45612779
Seconded. I want to see his face when.

>>45612797
Is me. adding >>45612779's write-in to my vote.

>>45612823
>>45612829
>>45612779
Can we also include that we give a shit of them beyond notches on a bedpost?

>>45612843
well it would be IC to do so.

>>45612779
>>45612766

Jeez,Dash is a fucking manwhore.
Third

>>45612843
I think that we've been quite vocal about that in the past, so I assumed that would be included.

>>45612867
https://youtu.be/_dm0Ksl7isc

>>45612766
My folks are hippies, what do you think?

You take the cards, shuffling the deck calmly, before looking him in the eyes, “Yes.”

He blinks a few moments, “What do you mean ye-?” He stops, his face neutral and his eyebrows rising, reminding you so much of his twin, “Seriously?”

You nod, “Yeah. Daisy too. And Tink, once I figure out a way for her to enjoy herself.” He chews the inside of his cheek for a moment. “You’re not just gonna screw my sister and f-”

You cut him off, “I assure you, I have nothing but honest intentions. I care about each of them, as their own unique person.” You give him a soft punch in the shoulder, tossing down a winning hand. “Seriously. My folks are hippies and preach free love is a-okay… but it’s still love.”

He rolls his eyes, sighing. “Whatever, it’s not like I can stop you, now is it.” You shoot him a wink, and he clears his throat again. “I just wish I had your good looks, is all. Or… charm… or height.” He sighs. “But sadly, genetics didn’t like me, and then I got an eating disorder and social anxiety.” He grimaces. “Fun.”

“Hey, you’re dropping the weight.” You assure him, give it some time and practice, it’s all you need. Not every girl’s gonna say yes, or even like you. But eventually one is.”

“Or guy.” He adds, tossing his cards down to fold.

Oh.

“Sure, or guy, I guess.” Huh. Never would have figured after all his gaping at lady digimon…

He sighs, “Well… how the hell do you even…” He glances at Elecmon, “You know, with a fairy? She’s like the size of your hand, and I don’t think anything is THAT flexible.”

You shrug, “Nature finds a way.” You smirk, “All it needs is a little creativity, I’m sure.”

He clears his throat one last time. “Well, I’m sure you’ll think up something horribly degenerate, I’m gonna take a shower, cool?”

You nod, looking to Elecmon and packing the cards away, laying back. Another night or so and you should reach the city.

>Get some sleep.
>Hey Elecmon, buddy, mind getting (Write in) for me?
>Other

>>45612766
>All of the above

>>45612779
This. But try to be respectful about it.

>>45613029
>Get in the shower with Jeff, BUTT BUDDIES!

>>45613029
>>Get some sleep.

>>45613029
>Get some sleep.
need that healing sleep.

>>45613029
>Hey Elecmon, buddy, mind telling Jeff once he gets out of the shower that I can couch him a bit later?
>Get some sleep.

>>45613029
>Get some sleep.
DREAMS ARE NEEDED. PAIN IS HERE.

You lay back on your pillow, enjoying the benefits of your friendship with Aru, her silky soft pillow cushioning you, carrying the faint scent of the digimon… like lavendar and… something else you can’t quite place, exotic.

You sleep through most of the day, Elecmon curled up at your side in the dark, dozing in and out of consciousness as the pain flares back up again, dunking your feet in the icy water, stripping down to your boxers very carefully, your jeans chaffing.

With this smell in your nose, it’s hard not to dream about the spider woman, nested up in her tower, all alone, save for her worms and spiders and Apemon stuck to her wall…

You’re there with her, having a drinking contest with her, a sticky cluster of web on the wall, embedded with a clutch of eggs, those purple lips smiling at you knowingly, the sunglasses tipped down, winking at you seductively, her dress peeling itself off, down smooth shoulders…

You jolt awake in the dark, feeling hands on your leg again. “Wuzzat!” You jump, hissing as the hands slip onto your scabbing feet.

Daisy yelps, jumping away, leaning back against the wall she flicks the light on. “Dash! Sorry, I thought you wouldn’t notice, I was just closing a few of the wounds up and- oh!” Her eyes once again find anywhere in the room except your crotch… it’s kinda hard to hide like this.

“Sorry.” You mutter, placing a pillow over it.

She tucks her hair over her shoulder, her face so red it’s almost indistinct from her hair. “Th-that’s not because of me, is it?”

>This one? No, not this one
>And if I said yes?
>No, sorry about that.
>Write in

>>45613378
>>And if I said yes?
Bit of flirting won't do any harm.

>>45613378
>This one? No, not this one. Sorry about that.

>>45613378
>And if I said yes?

>>45613378
>And if I said yes?

>>45613378
>This one? No, not this one

“And if I said it was?” You ask her with a smirk.

She lets out a noise that you can only call an “eep”, ducking her head before she recovers herself. “Dash… you- ahem- that is, that’s inappropriate. I’m an adult and you’re-”

“Incredibly handsome?” You posit.

She chews her lips for a moment, eyes flicking to the pillow, then off to a corner again. “Sixteen.” She affirms, taking her glasses off and placing them in a closet. “I… I know back at Witchmon’s village I… in the shower, but-” She shakes her head, “Is it hot in here?” She asks suddenly.

“Other than me, it’s fairly chilly actually.” You shrug, watching her eyes find a corner of the room.

“Dash…” She sighs, “Just. I’m going to bed now, can you please just make a bit of room?”

Elecmon jumps off the bed at the request, hurrying up to Casey, who slips him a scrap of meat she’s slicing, before Daisy shuts the door again, clicking the light off with a noise of rumpling cloth, before she climbs onto the other side of the bed.

She lets out a delicate yawn, rolling on her side to face you.

Her hand lays over your chest, your heartbeat pumping against it for a moment, as the familiar white glow channels into your chest, the pain in your feet easing off a little.

>You know, sixteen is legal in our state
>Night
>I’m still chilly, wanna huddle for warmth?
>I think I can take a walk now, thanks
>Write in

dissappearing for dinner for a bit, might push for a second thread depending on how I feel

>>45613590
>Night