That she was sent to the arts and crafts room instead of her normal default of the sun room was irksome. New experiences, with a cheerful smile, was the only explanation, and Renamon picked her battles--this, not being one of them. So instead, she resigned herself. Her notes had already been gone over multiple times, but perhaps she'd place something new if she went through them again. There was also the subject of Dairine's computer to consider--though that, by herself, seemed close to useful.
The day had been something interesting, she thought absently. Though it left little room for actual hope. Creating a new piece of a theory and helping someone new find their way was something becoming habit to the Digimon, but it was marred instead by the facts of Toph being gone, and Dairine having little luck. Things were becoming daunting, and Renamon wasn't quite sure what fact to focus on. In all truths, her mind was on her friends here instead of business as it should be. She hadn't seen Yukari in a few days now, and even though the girl claimed that she was fine, Renamon would rather see her. Yukari had said that after her brainwashing, after all--and after the thing that had happened in her room. And Jiraiya still occupied a nice corner of her mind--a part that was unsure how to approach an adult male on something that was possibly traumatic. She hadn't even known how to approach Yukari, but lecturing and worrying seemed simple there. For some reason, here, it wasn't the same.
As she entered the room, it was a mass of white hair that alerted her that the subject of one of her musings was in the same room. Something in her was glad at this, and she moved across the room silently, glancing at what he was doing before sitting herself across from him. She reached over to procure another sheet of paper, and then borrowed one of Jiraiya's extra brushes before dipping it in paint. The Digimon looked up finally, offered a rare, actual smile, and then dropped her gaze to her paper. The memory was clear, pure still within her, and Renamon started forming the first few lines of one of her talisman spells. It was in kanji, she thought with a touch of amusement, precisely what Jiraiya was working on. Perhaps they had more in common, after all.
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The day had been something interesting, she thought absently. Though it left little room for actual hope. Creating a new piece of a theory and helping someone new find their way was something becoming habit to the Digimon, but it was marred instead by the facts of Toph being gone, and Dairine having little luck. Things were becoming daunting, and Renamon wasn't quite sure what fact to focus on. In all truths, her mind was on her friends here instead of business as it should be. She hadn't seen Yukari in a few days now, and even though the girl claimed that she was fine, Renamon would rather see her. Yukari had said that after her brainwashing, after all--and after the thing that had happened in her room. And Jiraiya still occupied a nice corner of her mind--a part that was unsure how to approach an adult male on something that was possibly traumatic. She hadn't even known how to approach Yukari, but lecturing and worrying seemed simple there. For some reason, here, it wasn't the same.
As she entered the room, it was a mass of white hair that alerted her that the subject of one of her musings was in the same room. Something in her was glad at this, and she moved across the room silently, glancing at what he was doing before sitting herself across from him. She reached over to procure another sheet of paper, and then borrowed one of Jiraiya's extra brushes before dipping it in paint. The Digimon looked up finally, offered a rare, actual smile, and then dropped her gaze to her paper. The memory was clear, pure still within her, and Renamon started forming the first few lines of one of her talisman spells. It was in kanji, she thought with a touch of amusement, precisely what Jiraiya was working on. Perhaps they had more in common, after all.