catch-all: yamato.

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the true shitpost is the friends we made along the way

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[damn i shouldn't have given you options :/

She's stuffing her pockets full of individual candies while munching on, like, a sandwich or something? Her depression snack.]

Granola is hardly a full meal. [Haha, what trauma? Conceal don't feel, binch.] Are you looking for something in particular, Yamato-kun?

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[ honestly. it's relatable with how often the digimon stuff themselves after horrible fights? ]

No... [ he looks at the kitchen pensively ] I was thinking of making something, maybe.

[ sometimes your brain is buzzing so you just keep busy!!! ]

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Oh, yeah? Then why don't I lend you a hand? Call it a bonding experience!

[Is. Is this truly a good idea, tho.]

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... You can cook, Ichinose-san?

[ don't sound and feel so dubious, asshole ]

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... I'm an adult, Yamato-kun. Just how do you think I've fed myself all these years?

[She's disinheriting him... Goodbye...]

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You have seen the rest of the people here, right?

[ he HAD to ask? ]

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... There was surely someone taking care of them out there.

[how are so many people here alive]

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Like a babysitter for adults...?

[ restaurants exist assholes ]

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Or a servant...