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Kyna grumbled to herself as she set up her fake blaster with tape. The stupid thing had broken just as she’d left the house. She’d been fiddling with it for the entire train ride, but the stupid internal light just wouldn’t stay in place. She tugged awkwardly at her blue uniform, adjusting the shiny communications badge.
“What are you doing?”
She held out the two pieces to her curious partner. “Trying to fix this thing. The folds snapped.” She explained, showing him where the folds in the cardboard had come apart.
She’d bought it from an extremely weird looking cat??? digimon. Purrsamon had seemed to recognize the other digimon but not in a good way. He’d sneered at him and pulled faces every time her back was turned. Loudly reminding her of where they could get things cheaper every time the other digimon offered a price.
Kyna’d had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she tried to ignore them. In all honesty, she hadn’t known Purrsamon could make that many facial expressions. But she’d finally been able to buy her shopping after letting the other two squabble at each other.
They’d had a SpaceCon grab bag at the counter and on a whim, she’d bought one. It listed a cosplay complete with accessories. Kyna had to admit, the costume fit almost perfectly. The skirt was a bit short for her tastes, but a pair of tights had solved that. But the blaster had been pretty obviously cheap. Setting aside whatever skill they had at making clothing, their item making skills clearly weren’t up to the same standards…
Purrsamon hummed thoughtfully before taking the pieces from her. He set them so that the edges were overlapping and then shrank his tail wheel, running it over the edges. “How’s that?” He asked, handing the toy weapon back to her. Kyna examined it closer. It looked like the pieces had been punched into, holding them in place. Kyna grinned and wrapped the pieces with tape while they were still holding together. “You are a multi-talented little guy, aren't you?” She high fived his paw as she set the false weapon back in its holster at her hip. “Alright, you ready?”
Purrsamon nodded, his fluffy mane bouncing up and down. Kyna grinned at his silly costume. The guy looked like an electrocuted cotton ball. Somehow he still managed to keep the one eye obscured. “I’m a Tribble!” He declared proudly, waving the fluff on his arms..
“Heh…you sure are, buddy. Absolutely adorable.” If she was being honest, he looked more of one of those shaggy mop dogs than a Tribble…shaggy mop dogs. But he was still cute to her with all of his enthusiasm. When she heard the train announce their stop she swung to her feet. “Ready to get excited about space?”
“Aye-aye, Captain!” He saluted her. Kyna laughed and headed to the con. “I’m not that kind of captain, bud…” She shook her head.
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The convention surprised her. It was larger than she’d thought it would be. Everywhere she looked were people and digimon in costume. Some were taking photos, others were chattering together. There was a hanging model of the solar system attached to the ceiling, with each planet well labeled.
Kyna let out a low, impressed whistle. They’d really put in a lot of work. The photo op stands ranged the gamut from outer space, to star trek, to star wars, to men in black. “Alright, where to first?”
“I wanna go to the star show!” Purrsamon grabbed her hand and pulled her through the groups of people. Kyna didn’t resist, allowing herself to be led. She waved with her free hand to anyone she recognized from the bar or around town. The miniature planetarium exhibit had been all he’d spoken about for the last week, so she wasn’t surprised that he wanted to get it done and out of the way.
Okay, she could admit it. The seats for this thing were pretty comfy. The simulated night sky above was gorgeous and whoever they had picked to do the lesson on constellations had a calm and soothing voice. Kyna made a mental note to pick up a book on stars for Purrsamon since he found them so interesting. Thirty minutes later, they both left the little theater feeling much more knowledgeable and relaxed.
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Purrsamon was practically bouncing up and down as he led them from one exhibit to another. This was what he’d wanted. An entire day of just the two of them having fun. Not that he didn’t like hanging out with Kiramon, the little reaper was awesome! But Kyna was his tamer. And between her working and her friends, his only time with her was mostly before it was time for her to sleep.
But she’d taken the entire day off just for them and he was gonna enjoy every minute of it. His ear twitched as he caught the faintest sound of rumbling from her stomach. “Hey Kyna, I’m hungry!” She looked down at him, both surprised and amused.
“You read my mind, little buddy. How about we go eat space themed junk food until we get sick?” She offered. He couldn’t get sick. Not like that, at least. Organic human food wasn’t even close to a challenge for his system, but he smiled nevertheless.
Purrsamon vaguely had the sense that he may have made a mistake choosing this stall as he watched Kyna begin to sweat. “Uh… are you okay?”
He watched her swallow painfully as tears began to leak from her eyes. “Y-Yeah…I uh…” She hiccupped. “I thought I was good w-with heat. But this is…ahem…” Purrsamon stepped forward, concerned. He looked at the sign again, reading what the menu said.
ALL DISHES MADE AS CLOSE TO CANONICALLY POSSIBLE!
Purrsamon turned to the stall owner angrily. “What did you put in that?!?” The FlaWizarmon adjusted his glasses.
“What are you talking about? She ordered a Bajoran Hasperat and that’s what I made her.”
“LOOK AT HER FACE!”
“P-Purrsamon, its f-fine. Really…” Kyna raised her hands placatingly, still holding the wrap and hiccuping. “I’ll eat it.”
“ mmmWhy are you getting mad at me because she can’t handle it? A real fan would’ve known how spicy it is.” The vendor glared at her Captain’s uniform. Kyna grinned sheepishly, unoffended. This made Purrsamon even angrier, because she’d only bought the bag because he’d been fighting with the cashier Betsumon.
“Why I oughta…”
“Purrsamon!” Kyna’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “It’s fine, really.” His ears went down but he reluctantly returned to her side.
“Don’t feel bad, human. Only a real fan like me could stand the heat of a Bajorian Hasperat. You just picked badly. Here, some Darvot Fritters, on the house.” Flawizarmon handed her a container of little hush puppy looking bits, looking smug.
Purrsamon scoffed and snatched the wrap from Kyna’s other hand, unwrapping it and stuffing it whole into his mouth. He made eye contact as he ate it, smirking as the other digimon looked smug, and then confused. He even unwrapped the paper and licked the last of the sauce before crumpling it and tossing it neatly into the nearby can. “Humph…I’ve had way better food at home. C’mon Kyna, I wanna eat your cooking.”
Kyna shook her head, mouthing an apology for Purrsamon’s behavior as she allowed him to lead her away. “That was hic - mean, little buddy…” Kyna said quietly once they were out of hearing range of the stall.
Purrsamon’s ears went down at the disapproving tone of her voice. He didn’t think he did anything wrong. But if she wanted him to apologize, he would. “Buuuut…” Kyna added, stretching out the word. “It was also really funny to watch you put him in his place. Just don’t do it again, okay?” Purrsamon’s mood returned to cheer and excitement at Kyna’s words and he took her hand again, leading her as she ate her less spicy meal.
“Okay!”