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[kunaitotheface]

Who: Al and... whoever wants to come across him
What: Al arrives!
When: October 27th
Where: Outskirts of town, edge of the forest by a tree somewhere
Warnings: Naked and extremely scrawny 15 year old!

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[onwingsofhope]

"The ants go marching one by one,"

"Hoorah! Hoorah!"

"The ants go marching one by one,"

"Hoorah! Hoo -- . . . Huh?"

"No, Patamon, you can just say 'rah' a -- Huh?"

The two of them had been out collecting sticks. Why? Why did any little boy do things? The plan had originally been to make a little road for the ants out of the things, but by the time they'd gathered enough thin sticks, they'd forgotten where the anthills were, so they'd decided to make a fire instead and pretend to toast marshmallows. This, of course, necessitated somewhat larger pieces of firewood, and then they'd been distracted by the discovery of pale blue mushrooms that looked horribly poisonous, which had led them to the moss growing on the north side of the trees (they had looked it up in the library), which had brought them right back along to a group of ants traveling to an unknown destination in the woods, and that led them to . . .

Patamon stared.

"So that's what humans look like without clothing."

Takeru covered Patamon's eyes.

[kunaitotheface]

Alphonse looked up from where he'd been leaning against the tree and stared with wide eyes. It was... a kid. And some... animal that he didn't recognize.

He quickly turned around, feeling his face heat up, then cleared his throat. "Ah... Uhm... I'm s-sorry... I d-don't have any clothes..." he stammered, embarrassed.

[onwingsofhope]

" . . . It's OK." Seeing Alphonse's embarrassment, the boy quickly turned around. And pulled Patamon up into his arms. "Um. Did you just get here, mister? It kinda seems like you're lost."

[kunaitotheface]

"Ah... I'm not sure. I don't remember anything..." he admitted. "Where is this place...?" Alphonse paused a moment. "And d-do you know where I could get some clothing...?"