Digimon Story: Rainbow Traverse -- Chp 25

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Al released a sigh of relief

(“Neat trick.. I wonder if it works on you ..”) he said as he teasingly scratched at the base of her tail

“That sounds like something Mach would do honestly..”

In response, Renamon smiled, eyes closed, as her tail arched and landed flat on his face.

"Hm? Dad's old partner?" asked Keilani.

"That's right," said Rena. "He really was a hero to Cypher Bay's digimon."

Keilani sighed. "Guess so. Shame we never got to meet him or Mom's partner."

"Have you tried contacting him since last time?"

"No, there's just been too much going on around here. Plus dad would probably cry if we didn't tell him beforehand."

He would gently bat her tail from his face, a petting out some fuzz as he then would give the appendage a firm hug like a body pillow

“Maybe we should call him again, see if anything has changed in their side.”

"Maybe later," she said. "The thing with node side-tracked me from visiting the observatory, and now the hang-gliding session we got planned's coming up, too. Depending on how research's going with the Ghostmon, there's just not enough time if we've also gotta be ready for action."

"Very true," said Rena. "Also, Mr. Sonson, you've still got school work to catch up on. Eyesmon might do the test for you, but life's not letting you off the hook that easily."

“Right that’s fair sus— UGGHH  fine,. I’ll study later okay?  We’ve been busy Rena!”

Chuckling, the vulpine winked at her tamer, who felt a phantom kiss on the cheek.

"Can I help?" asked Gammy, the ceratop having cornered Cinnamon only to lose her the second he looked over his shoulder at the others.

"Aww," said Kei. "That's so sweet of you, Gammy. What do you think, Rena? Can he be your special helper today?"

"Of course, I wouldn't mind at all."

She then glanced back at Al. ("Mhmhmhm, unless you'd rather a one-on-one tutor session,") she thought.

(“You’re horny after last night? That’s impressive baby.”) he teased

“Actually I think it might be good if we get the gang together and study, we haven’t done that in a week or two for.. well obvious reasons!” He then would give Renamon’s butt a soft pat under the covers.

“And it gives us a chance to touch base and plan what to do next about that Ghostmon or any other INAS stuff that pops up.”

The vulpine gave a singular bounce of her tush as Al made contact; crooning inside his head.

"Well okay," said Keilani, pulling out her digivice. "I've still got errands to run, but if you take Gammy with you, I promise to bring snacks for everyone."

"YEAH!!" cheered Gammamon. "Burgers for days!"

"Heheh, we'll see."

(“Easy girl~”)

Al thought about that, and gave a shrug “Well that works for me, shouldn’t be a problem!”

...

The drive over to the clubhouse was hectic as the lunchtime rush brought people out to grab takeout. Not even halfway over, Al got a call from Ike via digivice.

"++Hey guys++" said Gazimon. "++Me and the Boss ain't comin' over++"

"Gaz?" said Renamon, the vulpine sitting shotgun in her human guise. "Why? What's wrong?"

"++He's, um, ah, outta commission. Prolly sick or somethin'++" The chimera paused. Al could hear chatter in the background. "++Y-yeah, and, er, there's a cop on the street nearby. Don't wanna risk him gettin' caught playin' hooky!++"

"What's hooky?" asked Gammamon, the ceratop sitting in Renee's lap.

“What?”

That didn’t sound like Ike at all. Also.. school was still shut down, why would the cops think he was trying to ditch? “Can you put him on the line?”

[Roll Decipher Intent]

[Rolling: 5,1,4 + 8 = 18]

The strangeness of Gazimon's words, as well as the inflections in his voice, began to paint a picture in Al's mind. Clearly, the chimera wasn't telling the whole truth. His initial vagueness had a drone to it, only to change to very specific and rushed after a chatter-filled pause. This meant, in Al's mind, that Ike really couldn't come to the phone, but Gaz was keeping the true reason under wraps. But why? Clearly, Ike was there since Gazimon needed the tamer to access his digivice -- and Ike, while not always a genius -- would never risk using a normal phone when digimon stuff was involved. Then, like triple-bolts of lightning, it all clicked.

("He's still recovering from yesterday,") thought Renee, drawing the exact same conclusion. ("The cover story was probably in case anyone besides us was listening in.")

"Guys?" said Gammamon, glancing between the pair. "Hey, what's hooky?"