Tamaki pretended to ignore the voice. She knew that Digimon: Emergence was incredibly popular, but she wasn't one for battling face-to-face. Sure, she'd battle players over the web, but face-to-face? Nope. She was always nervous around people. The young woman glanced up at a bench across from her. Another girl had decided to take a seat, her eyes glued to her phone. Her clothing looked like it had seen much better days, as if she had no idea how to properly wash her clothes.
Not everyone has to learn early like you did, Tamaki thought. The girl looked to be around Tamaki's age. God only knew why she was wearing a hoodie during summer. Was it a comfort thing? Tamaki understood that kind of thinking. Having something that acted as a sort of security blanket was something she herself hadn't completely grown out of.
Tamaki glanced at her phone's battery level.
Should last a while, she thought. Her mind began to wander a little bit, namely to that story she'd read on Nichan. There were all kinds of urban legends that went around. Aka Manto, the Curse of the Colonel, the Kuchisake-onna. It seemed only natural that some kind of weird stories would pop up around something popular like Digimon: Emergence, especially on the internet. Hell, she still remembered an urban legend in some dinosaur-hunting game from the 90's talking about a troll or demon that would could appear on the first map of the game. There was no proof, aside from a few blurry pictures that wouldn't be out of place in a gallery of Bigfoot pictures.
She glanced up at the girl again. Something in her wanted to speak up, to say hello. But she held her tongue.
Odds are she'd think I'm weird, like that guy, Tamaki thought, her eyes flitting quickly to the young man nearby.
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