[feed opens in a Japanese bedroom, a familiar pair of blue jeans and a green-sleeved T-shirt lie on a desk nearby. The futon in the middle of the room has a bulge in the center, which suddenly moves towards the pillows, a red-furred muzzle digging its way free as a paw joins it to touch the muzzle slowly, identifiying it by touch. A frustrated noise follows as whatever is under the blanket disappears back underneath slightly and a loud, annoyed-sounding yip follows.]
((OOC: She's calling for Renamon at the end of that))
((OOC Edit: Going out for the day, will tag when I get back))
((OOC: She's calling for Renamon at the end of that))
((OOC Edit: Going out for the day, will tag when I get back))
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