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Natalie Blackwood could already feel the surge of emotions swirling through her head in the face of the fresh snow.

"Sorry to put you two up to this." she remarked and patted Examon's head. Excited as Dracomon (Blue) was to start up their marathon of the original Sailor Moon and possibly even this Glitter Force show, duty called. And by duty, she meant going to check on her ex-boyfriend. No matter what she did, it always came back to him. Not for lack of trying. Just how things worked out in their weird and mysterious ways. Perhaps that was why their relationship didn't work out - among other things. The rumors that she was into girls didn't help matters and her interest in woodworking of all professions was just enough to make most people turn their heads and not pay her any mind. Thankfully, most of that had subsided by the time she took up the position as the shop teacher in this town. Shaping the next generation of woodworkers and makers, she had her work cut out. Not that many people really cared. The fact that her position wasn't cut in the face of improving test scores was nothing short of a miracle.

"We'll live." the combined voice of Examon answered, their grip on Natalie shifting ever so slightly. At this height, any fall would result in their partner's death. Tarnished as the Royal Knight's reputation was, there was no need to engage in deeds that would darken it even further - accident or not. "This is the last time we're doing this. It's hard enough flying without moron in my head. Even worse when he is in my head."

A nod, their passenger's focus turning to the buildings below. So small, they looked like miniatures - the sort that Yggdrasil would set up and then have them stomp as a form of stress relief. Probably not something other digimon did, but it kind of worked. Sometimes. Alphamon universally threw a fit during that time. That's what they got for being an unlikable asshole to everyone. Like seriously, no one fucking cares that Yggdrasil stopped buying those fish-shaped crackers. Better yet, where the fuck were they getting the crackers in the first place? Those only came from the real world. Must have some kind of dealer. Why the hell they would be selling crackers of all things. Better things had to be offered on the dark markets. Or wherever non-royal knights got their contraband. Didn't matter.

"We should be coming upon the house." Natalie remarked and pointed down below. Within all the snow blowing about, the remains of a door stuck out like a sore thumb. The beer cans and other miscellaneous food items that are joined by the door. "Guess that's one more job for me. You can land here, Examon. And no, you cannot defuse."

The royal knight slowly descended towards the snow, trying his best to ignore the flakes coming close to his mouth. Even if he could catch a flake or two, what good would it do? Part of him would get on his case for being an absolute moron and reprimand him. Not that he was really that stupid. Just his other part thought that. And that opinion was somehow the only one that 'mattered'. Now, things were different. No more did they need to have that stupid voice in their own head with all it's put-downs and slander. Now, he could make his own decisions without someone arbitrarily deciding that they were wrong or override them with something 'better'. The thought alone was absolutely intoxicating, but the implications could be debated some other time. Maybe when they weren't in a blizzard, dealing with the fallout of choices made long after they left this world for the first time.

"I'll handle this. So please stay." Natalie remarked and carefully dropped down into the powdered white step. Dusting herself off, it was just a matter of following the partially filled imprints and ignore the swirling storm of memories within her own. A mix of good and bad, of times spent with digimon and the time after. Of memorable dates and far too many breakups. Everyone who had seen them said they were perfect for each other - her Cinderella to his Prince Charming. Of course, most people forgot that Cinderella was a moron who needed to be super enhanced in order for anyone to actually care about her. And how Prince Charming was more concerned about a fucking slipper made out of the most fragile material possible and not something like her personality. The very thing that can make or break a relationship. "Goblimon, where are you?"

The thud of a club hitting something echoed across the walls. Had to be close. Picking up the pace, Natalie pushed through the snow drift. Stepping up onto the porch, time was taken to stomp out of her boots. Last thing Lary needed was having to clean up another mess. Especially one created by his ex-girlfriend in an attempt to help him. Nonetheless, she passed through the doorway. There Lary laid. Dressed in a dirty gray shirt and a pair of jeans, he had a peaceful look to him. Not that one could really see his carrot orange hair or twinkling green eyes at the moment.

"Thank Yggdrasil you're here." Goblimon remarked, Natalie taking this as her opportunity to look over Lary's wounds. Even if it was clearly obvious what had happened. "This was how I found him. Not comple-"

A look cut off that sentence, the goblin digimon's gaze turning to the ground. She most definitely knew what had happened. Even if he did try to give her the run around, she would see right through and punish him accordingly. Probably hard labor. What else could she possibly threaten him with?

Instead, Natalie pulled out her phone and began dialing. Hopefully, the snow wouldn't prevent the ambulance from taking too long. In the meantime, she would need to stay and wait.

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