dive_tests | Nothing exciting every happens here.

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*log post

Nothing exciting every happens here.

Character Name: Naota Nandaba
Character Series: FLCL
Tamer Class: Soul Tamer
Post Type: Log
Player Name: Tsumi

Naota was walking along the streeth, the Kokuwamon that followed him everywhere close behind. He felt like the taser bug was his babysitter or something. He didn't need anyone there to protect him. What was the worse that could happen here? It wasn't like anything interesting was going to happen. He went to school, went back to the apartment, did his homework, watched TV, went to bed and repeated the same cycle day after day.

There was the occasional difference. He'd post on the network, someone else would post and he'd answer. Tiny deviations at most. Again, nothing horribly interesting. He hadn't even gotten his digimon to digivolve yet and he didn't care. What would happen anyway? It'd be different for a while and just turn back into the same bug-taser thing it always was. Nothing interesting would ever happen here for him. Just like it was back home.

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Three whole years in this world and she was one of the people to see it end. He wondered just how long other people had been here. Who had been here the longest? What was it like to be here for that long? Did you eventually just get used to it and this became your home? The thought of being in this world forever really didn't sit well with him. He didn't want to be here forever. Sure his Dad and Grandpa could handle themselves for a while but anything over a few months and things were bound to go bad. At least he was still in school. That was something, right?

Naota kept following Haku, his eyes shifting to the other tamers and digimon though he didn't say anything. He wasn't here for them. He was here to get some food and wait for the rain to stop. That was it.

"Ah, Naota, what kind of food do you like?" Haku asked once they were on the elevator and going up to her floor. "I can make just about anything, so don't worry about asking for something strange or complicated."

He looked at the elevator buttons as they moved, his eyes observing the floor numbers as they went up. Only five floors. Not too many at least. He looked back to Haku when she asked her question. What did he like? Easier thing to answer was what he didn't like.

"I don't like bitter things, or spicy things. I'm not good with sour either. As long as it isn't bitter, spicy, or sour I should be okay."

"Hmn... eto... not bitter, spicy or sour..." Haku echoed, finger to her lips. "And something warm is better on cold days like this... ah! I know!" she exclaimed suddenly, putting her fist in to her open palm as she lit up excitedly. "Sukiyaki! I learned an amazing recipe from a young chef here! It's wonderful!"

Sukiyaki. He hadn't had that in forever. Not since his Mother vanished as she was the cook in the family. After that the food consisted of instant food in boxes and break. Lots of bread.

"Sukiyaki sounds good."

Haku smiled, catching how Naota's demeanor changed at the mention of it. It was slight, but there, and it made her happy in turn.

"Then Sukiyaki it is!" she said with an excited note to her voice, almost sing-songing it as she stepped off the elevator. A few more feet down the hall and she was unlocking the door to a cozy, if not a little messy apartment. It was clearly lived in, with children's toys scattered about as well as a large TV with several game systems attached.

"I'll get started! Just make yourself at home!"

Naota took his shoes off at the door and walked over to the couch. He sat down and Taser joined him shortly. He looked around the living room, his eyes falling on the toys several times. If there were kid toys, that meant there was a kid, right?

"Do you have a child, Haku-san?"

"Mhm. A daughter. Hanako," Haku answered, turning and pointing to a family portrait on the wall next to where Naota was sitting. There was a blonde man in a fairly nice suit, though still with a slightly punkish air about him, and a little girl who was almost an exact clone of Haku right down to the red eyes and pale white hair were sitting with her.

"And that's my husband, Eikichi. He's a teacher, and she's at school right now. They'll be home later tonight."

Naota just stared at the family portrait for a good long while. His eyes scanned over the family time and time again, taking in each and every detail. A happy family, all together. He looked back to the toys and picked one of them up, a toy car. He moved it over in his hand, just staring at it.

Haku noticed how quiet he had gotten, but she waited a while before saying anything, getting the things set up for sukiyaki first.

"Is something wrong, Naota?"

Naota looked up when he heard her voice but didn't turn around. He looked back to the portrait before answering.

"No, nothing's wrong."

Haku frowned worriedly, setting a pan up to simmer while she moved in to the living room. She took a seat on the couch next to him, keeping her distance for the moment.

"You're not very close to your family, are you?"

Naota looked up at Haku and just stared for a moment. "What makes you think that?"

"Call it an intuition..." she said quietly, sighing and looking up at the entertainment center. A much smaller picture of a very large group was there.

"Or... you could call it experience..."

Naota followed her gaze up to the smaller picture and just stared at it. "You don't have to worry about me. It's nothing, really."

"But I'm so good at it," Haku said teasingly, giving Naota a playful nudge with her elbow.

"It's really nothing you need to worry about." Naota moved with the nudge but he didn't look at the Vocaloid. He continued to stare at the pictures for a moment longer before looking back to the toy in his hand.

"Hmn..." Haku hummed, "So... is it... people just don't usually worry about you and you're not used to it, or you feel bad when they worry about you?"

"That's not it. No one needs to worry about me. I'm fine."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I can take care of myself."

"Ne... that may be so, but..." Haku canted her head to the side a bit, watching him closely, "That doesn't mean people can't worry about you. That's what friends do. They worry about the people they care about, even if that person can take care of themselves..."

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