Cold-Weather Excursion [Ceto/Open]

[Aoi Tsukiko]

What's up with that face? Do you still
feel empty i n s i d e ?
Isn't that right? Out with it! You want more and more, r i g h t ?

Aoi shivered and wrapped his scarf a little tighter around his neck, not liking the sudden cold snap that had come over his home of Tokyo, especially given that it was real winter weather that made him want to crawl under the blankets on his large bed - and he did mean large, the thing had to be custom ordered just so that he could make sure he'd have enough room to sleep on it with all of his lovers. He may have preferred to identify himself with the Japanese part of his heritage rather than the American roots that his family usually would claim and had hailed from prior to the 1950s when they'd relocated here from New York, but if there was one thing he'd admit that the Western world had gotten right, it was beds. He adored his bed, much more so than any futon, and it was with that reason that he was most comfortable sleeping in his own home. Or at least, he would have been if it weren't for the fact that the place was so big. He really didn't like that his parents had decided to purchase him such a big building, adhering to their American ways even though they'd left the country almost a century ago. He didn't like cleaning it, not really, and keeping it stocked was almost as bad, hence why he was out here in the cold. He was starting to run low on eggs and biscuits, two things he needed if he was going to make his usual breakfast for all of his boys before he went off to work at Pandora doing the job his parents had wanted him to have and that he had never longed for even remotely.

Although, he had to admit, if he hadn't gone with the company, he wouldn't have gotten Requiem, his adorable little partner Digimon. Right now, Requiem was perched on his shoulder, the little Pafumon trying desperately not to let itself be blown off by a stray gust of wind, and when its Tamer finally took pity on the poor thing and scooped it up into his hand, the little white fluffball actually had his tiny body starting to lift from his shoulder. "Stay in my pocket, Requiem," he murmured softly, carefully cupping the small Digimon as he slipped it into the pocket of his coat, its head popping out curiously to continue to watch the world from underneath the protective shelter of his hand, "I don't want you blowing away like you did last week in the garden." The Pafumon shivered at the memory, little face scrunching up as he recollected how it had been tossed about the quaint grove of trees until its Tamer had managed to catch it again. Requiem could speak if it wanted to, but the Fresh Digimon usually didn't manage it all too well, still learning new vocabulary every now and again from its surroundings. For the most part, the blue-haired male was glad it didn't often, if only because he thought it adorable that the little guy wouldn't talk a whole lot. He just hoped that his partner wouldn't get itself lost in the crowd, not wanting the young Digimon to end up losing sight of him and then panicking. Just because Requiem was in a pocket didn't mean that it couldn't get up to any trouble - Aoi knew that from experience.

TEMPLATE MADE BY JADE.

Words;;
571
Tags;;
Ceto and others
Notes;;

I love the picture of little Requiem with his head sticking out of Aoi's pocket. Not even gonna lie here. :'D

Lyrics;;
"Sweet's Beast" by Kaito Shion