[Log-in Progress] Efforts Mean Everything.

[clean_justice]

When: Saturday, Oct.23 nearing lunch time
Who: Iori, Upamon (NPCed by Osamu mun), Koushirou, Miyako, Ken
Summary: While trying to learn something new, Iori ended up food poisoning Upamon. So he's staying home, trying his best to "nurse" the Digimon back to health. Will his attempt at porridge go flawlessly this time, with help from Miyako and Ken or

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Re: NPC: Upamon

[clean_justice]

Putting water on the pot, Iori wondered

[ultravioletlife]

"You totally will, Izumi-sempai."

Miyako's comment was teasing, but also held little room for arguing as she lead the way down the sidewalk, walking backwards so she could face her friend. Her friend who was giving her something an incredulous look.

"I will not." Koushirou protested, in the calm, patient tone of someone stating a fact; he left just as little room for argument. Not that either of them cared about such things, clearly, as they continued their debate on the way to Iori's house.

Tentomon, meanwhile, was hovering nearby, listening to and a bit confused by the conversation. Sometimes he was sure he would never understand humans, despite the time he'd spent with them and how fond of many that he was.

"You so-" Miyako stopped mid-sentence, realizing where they were. "Oh, we're here!" She said, turning around to actually walk the correct way and leading Koushirou and Tentomon over toward their friend's house. Upon reaching the door, she gave a series of light knocks, in the pattern of her current favorite song.

[clean_justice]

'Hn?' Iori was just about to ask his digimon how he was doing then he heard the door knock.

"Um... I'll be right back." He awkwardly commented to his digimon and quickly switched the towel in his head, then hastily oriented himself towards the door.

Iori checked who was standing outside through peephole, and confirming it was two of his favorite people, he opened up the door.

"Come in, Miyako san, Koushirou san." With a slight smile, he welcomed them in.

Re: NPC: Upamon

[clean_justice]

"Upamon, we have guests." Iori informed as he let Koushirou and Miyako inside. He broght out some seat cushions from the closet and placed it on the floor.

Short haired teen awkwardly asked his digimon,crouching down. Iori's usual clear, straightfoward tone turning into somewhat of a mumble.
"...How are you feeling?"