[color=f7941d][h1] Vivian Benini [/h1][/color]

There wasnt much time for questions as the building came in the view and they entered it. A flower fairy greeted them, she introduced herself as Lillymon. A more than fitting name in Vivian opinion. Not much time was spend as they were introduced to their partners. The explanation followed as the one who was introduced as Demi-Meramon floated up in his face.

The digimon stared with intense eyes. Thought it may just been the heat of him, as the digimon was a floating flame with eyes and half sewed mount. Vivian wondered if those hurt the flame, but then questioned how a flame could even feel pain. So the two stared at the other a silence stretched as the other digimon talked and interacted with their partners. The explanation went on urging to give the digivolution a try of its own.

Vivian took a deep breath, there was a feeling he had, like the little eyes of the flame blue as the sky, they were piercing. The intense look not weakening, staying on him in a unblinking silence. As if the Demi digimon was trying to look behind any walls he had brought up. Any friendly or polite charade he had. Trying to look deep into his very being. 

And the tamer had to wonder what made the digimon search him like that. Curiously watching his still form, as if it even a spark flattered the spell would be broken. Questioning if the little guy was thinking along the same lines of like him.

Neither Vivian or Demi-Meramon broke eye contact as the Japaneses did the plunge and evolved her partner into a fairy. She sounded quite pleased with the development...

[color=fff200] "You guys should try too! I want to see what you all get!"[/color]

Vivian hummed slightly tilting his head at the flame in front of his face. 

[color=92278f]"Is your hair on fire?"[/color] Was the first thing that came out the flame mount, and there Vivian wondered if the digimon was even able to speak with the sewed lips, but apparently those stretched as he opened his mount. And then he registration the question.

[color=f7941d]"Oh?! No, no. Its just red natural. Its really soft to the touch...but are you really on fire?"[/color]

[color=92278f]"Real... but they are soft and warm to touch, too." [/color] With that said Demi-Meramon patted Vivian head, and sure enough the little flame was feeling soft and warm. His dad would flip a table. The idea amused Vivian and he chuckled softly.

[color=92278f]"We match. Partner." [/color] The digimon declared floating back up, eyes still a piercing gaze but they looked warmer as well. The word partner spoken confidently with a soft request in its tone. Vivian nodded, they should try this digivolution. Vivian mind didnt even wonder what his partner may turn into as he raised his hand up. He simply found himself surprised that he could easily picture them being by each other side. Like they knew each other for years. Like two cogs clinging into place.

[color=92278f]"Demi-Meramon, Digivolve to... "
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The light shined strongly and just like it did to kokomon the cocoon exploded.

[color=92278f]"Candlemon!"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Thats a upgrade. From flame to flame on candle."[/color] Vivian grinned happy at the smiling faces of his partner. Both the wax and flame face were brightly grinning at him. A hint of pride in their expression. He knew technically he should be unsettled the double pair of eyes now fixing him but... 
This was the most fascinated day of his life. His curiosity was winning out against any logic. Even if the logic was trying to explain that he was either fever dreaming, poisoned and dying, or plain out dreaming.

[color=f7941d]"So who is trying it next? We have a tinkering fairy and candle from beauty and the beast. Do you think the next one will be connected to some fairy tale as well?" [/color]Vivian smirked gussing what the other tamers in his group may end up getting.  Sliding his backpack of his shoulder taking two sandwiches from it and offering one to Candlemon. His digimon partner took it and bit into it. [color=92278f]"Delicious."[/color] He announced, and Vivian felt pride swell up in him biting in his own sandwich, his backpack back on.