Place to Learn, urge to Burn [Eris & Bero]
Feb 18, 2019 22:23:51 GMT
Post by Bero on Feb 18, 2019 22:23:51 GMT
Bero had simply stared outside to the raining skies as she circled him and got into his coat, getting up against his side. She was one hell of a stubborn digi. Usually he dealt with digis stubbornly running away from him. This was certainly a unique case, and he hoped she had a good reason to her behaviour. He had continued to ignore her for a bit as she explained that where she used to live, there was a problem with her being black.
Bero simply raised an eyebrow. “And you, or your ‘father’, couldn’t just prove them wrong? Show them that you’re strong enough to enforce the rules?” Parents were a strange concept to Bero, but he got the idea they were supposed to care about their children. Just throwing a red sheet over the problem wasn’t very.. Effective. Bero watched as the Gigimon’s body seemed to reply to every bit of lightning, and she commented his darker coloration. He didn’t care. Appearance didn’t matter, power did. Bero’s only use of appearance was to help him find other digimon more interested in battle, which is why he uses the blue flames.
A chilly wind from outside blew against the two, Bero visibly uncomfortable at the slight splashes of water and generally cold nature of it all. His body had trouble keeping itself warm. Perhaps he could enlist the aid of these ‘cuddles’ as it were. Eris was somewhat warmer than him, via whatever means, and she seemed annoyed by the water blowing in by the wind all the same. Bero turned his body, looking away from the cold outside air. He grabbed Eris and held her against his chest, holding his flat expression as his normal lizard like hands kept her there. His cloak hissed softly before a thin line of blue fire coated it like a blanket, small bits of flame sticking out as wisps, an occasional hissing sound audible as raindrops hit it. Apparently, he had no issue using his powers so casually like this out of combat.
Bero simply raised an eyebrow. “And you, or your ‘father’, couldn’t just prove them wrong? Show them that you’re strong enough to enforce the rules?” Parents were a strange concept to Bero, but he got the idea they were supposed to care about their children. Just throwing a red sheet over the problem wasn’t very.. Effective. Bero watched as the Gigimon’s body seemed to reply to every bit of lightning, and she commented his darker coloration. He didn’t care. Appearance didn’t matter, power did. Bero’s only use of appearance was to help him find other digimon more interested in battle, which is why he uses the blue flames.
A chilly wind from outside blew against the two, Bero visibly uncomfortable at the slight splashes of water and generally cold nature of it all. His body had trouble keeping itself warm. Perhaps he could enlist the aid of these ‘cuddles’ as it were. Eris was somewhat warmer than him, via whatever means, and she seemed annoyed by the water blowing in by the wind all the same. Bero turned his body, looking away from the cold outside air. He grabbed Eris and held her against his chest, holding his flat expression as his normal lizard like hands kept her there. His cloak hissed softly before a thin line of blue fire coated it like a blanket, small bits of flame sticking out as wisps, an occasional hissing sound audible as raindrops hit it. Apparently, he had no issue using his powers so casually like this out of combat.