damned_institute | Dayshift 49: Bus 2

Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at the tanned skin that was her right arm. If something happened this time... She would be more useful. Her mind replayed the events of last week, and Renamon stilled, considering.

There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?

[for Haseo!]

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"Oh...well, um. I don't..." The healer hesitated uncertainly, but before he could come up with a coherent response was distracted by the sight of the town outside the window and the feel of the bus they were on slowing to a stop. He wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved that the ride was over and they could get some fresh air, or worried that they'd returned to this place again. The memory of last week was entirely too vivid, after all.

He settled for shoving the apple core into the bag with the rest of his untouched breakfast, then pushed to his feet with a glance around as the rest of the occupants started to file out of the bus. "Did you have any plans for today, Senna-san?" If so, she was ahead of him. He hadn't even considered it at all, which probably wasn't wise if things went bad again.

The hesitance had slipped back in. Guy needed to be broken of that. He had nothing to be cautious about--Hanatarou was a good guy, better than most. But that ended that it seemed, since the bus had come to a stop. She better get off. She'd have a time dodging glances at the pet store, after all, and--

The question came as curious. She stood up, shaking her hair once, then carefully stuck the apple, coupons, and drink in the pockets of her jacket. Good. Hand free. That done, she grinned at the other Shinigami. "Nope! No plans for me. Why?" she wondered teasingly. "Are you going to be my date?"

Everyone else was starting to leave, but Hanatarou stayed where he was for the moment, waiting for Senna to finish gathering her things. He halfway wondered if he should offer to help carry things, if she wouldn't let him try to heal her arm, but she seemed to have everything under control. Instead he started to turn away, stepping into the aisle and back to that she could move out -- but immediately froze at the question, his face instantly turning scarlet.

"Ah, I j-just, er, didn't, um. Have any plans," he replied, tugging at the hem of his jacket. It wasn't that he didn't like Senna or anything, but, well. Date? Good thing Sora wasn't around to overhear that or he'd get teased again.

And back to the stuttering. Senna kept the grin, making sure the things in her pockets were secure. That done, she followed him into the aisle, smiling lightly. "Alright then," she responded. "Then I am stealing you, sir."

She reached out to grab Hanatarou's hand, pulling him slightly towards the front of the bus. "We'll have an adventure or something."

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Dayshift 49: Bus 2

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