Dayshift 49: Bus 2

[diamondstorm]

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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[remedying.livejournal.com]

With an elbow, she nudged Junpei's side. "Hey, can it. It was just-- things, all right? How was I supposed to know she was going to show up?"

Though, Yukari did slump into her spot in the seat a little more, feeling a bit guilty. She hoped none of them thought she was trying to avoid them, or anything like that. "I'll try to find her at some point," she added, much more casually. "I really ought'a-- I'll bet it's really strange for her..."

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it... Heh. She's really cute as a human." She was really cute as an android, too, but the human thing made the cuteness more natural.

"Oh, you might want to go talk to someone called Renamon. Been asking about you."

[remedying.livejournal.com]

Yukari had been close to giving Junpei another eyeroll-- it wasn't a terribly hard feat for him to ever get it out of her-- but his next statement kept her from doing so.

"Has she?" Yukari echoed, after a short pause, and with that she moved her gaze a little more upwards to the roof of the bus. "Oh... I guess I should let her know what's up, too."

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

"Probably a good idea. Cause, you know, friends and stuff."

Stripping his straw of its wrapper, Junpei rolled that up into a little ball too, putting it in his mouth to get wet. "Just you, me, Aigis and Minato now. Ryoji's gone," he said quietly.

He shot a spitball up at the ceiling of the bus, the wad of paper sticking a few seats in front of them since he didn't see anyone up ahead he actually wanted to annoy. "Thought you were gone, too. Don't do that again, ok?"

[remedying.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know, I got it." Besides, knowing Renamon, she probably was really worried. Sometimes, she worried a little too much, but otherwise Yukari was going to have to find her at some point. It had been a while, anyway; they had a lot to catch up on.

"Mm, just us four," she echoed, which was quickly followed with a puzzled look. "Hey, you never did tell me who Ryoji was. I didn't even meet him yet, and he's already gone?"

... And that was just as quickly followed with a horrified expression. "That would be a little easier to take to heart if you weren't acting like a five year old, too. Stop that."

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Junpei raised his straw, aimed at Yukari, as if he was going to pelt her with a spitball, but he dropped his impromptu weapon to his lap.

"Ryoji's a close friend of mine that transferred in shortly after the November full moon. He liked to flirt. Possibly even more than me. He even had the balls to go hit on Mitsuru-senpai." A pause. "And you. Aigis didn't like him at all. Kinda weird seeing her having a seething loathing for someone and not knowing why."

He shrugged. "She says she got over it. Oh, she's from December. I think." He couldn't really remember.