Butamon

Butamon doesn’t know where all these other Digimon keep coming from.

“Noisy…”

“… … Hmph.”

He tries standing on his tiptoes to seem taller.

Training day in and day out…and eating of course, oh and sleeping a bunch too. As well as playing with the other rookies…fishing…doing chores for Babamon…

These are the rigorous ordeals that Butamon goes through to become strong.

"X-LASER! Still have to practice my abilities in case some goons want to step into my way! That'll always be a bad move!"

🎨: Tacorat

“…Nuggets?”

“Hmph! The only time I’ll take off my apron is when it’s time to bathe.”

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“…Bunyah?”

“Buhuh~ Well, if you’re confident I won’t stop you.”

“You’re too puny for that much weight.”

“Bunyah? What’s a Christmas?”

Furrowing his brow, Butamon observed carefully. It seemed simple enough, and soon he’d give it a go. With a firm stomp, the chubby piglet stretched as was demonstrated. He’d even tighten his glutes a bit for maximum effort.

“Hmph!”

“…H-Hmm?”

He didn’t understand what a hamstring was. Is that cause he’s Butamon? Pig? Ham? Whatever, he can at least mimic that stance.

Butamon tries it, and to his surprise, it’s a lot easier.

“Ooooh…!”

“Post-workout stretch!”

He’s trying to reach his toes, and…well, it’s not going good.

"Let's work hard and improve ourselves!"

Pulsemon (Independent): A lightning-speed Digimon that evolved under the influence of pulse waveform data stored in hospitals and gyms. It actively trains its body through both physical, acrobatic and mental training. They make a good teacher and partner.

"Hmph! My training's really paying off!"

The little guy flexes both arms, snorting proudly.

Butamon had no clue what he was looking at, but he was certainly entranced. The way that bigger Digimon was manipulating that ball was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Butamon wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in the human world, or where in said world he even was, but he (mostly) knew a fellow Digimon when he saw one.

Waddling up to the court, Butamon stared at the draconid from the other side of the fence that enclosed it.

"If there is one facet, above all, that is critical to understanding T'Jat Uhasil (Soft Kill)? 'Life is, at best, Bittersweet'."

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➨ (N)SFW
➨ Rated 18+ for Mature dialogue/themes
➨ Favor Banter/Story

『 ❝This place shall become your grave!❞ 』

Imbued with Darkness and Psycho Power, Gulusgammamon brings you an early demise!

€==] THE SALVAGER BOY ==>

❝I'm still searching for my answers. They're hard to find, but..—❞
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» Salvager
» Anthro-built Jolteon
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• #PKMNRP
• #POKEMONRP
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❝—.. no matter what, I'll still move forward until I have them!❞

“Humu-humu…”

The little rookie was sleeping in this morning, splayed out on the forest floor without a care in the world.

ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ/ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ʜᴏʟʏ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴅɪɢɪᴍᴏɴ

❤️&🔁?

Butamon stares at the Imp…although, coming from him it’s more like a glare.

“…Bunyan?”

“Ohhh…I don’t have anything to repent for though.”

He puffed his chest out a bit.