Beach ball? No, beach BRAWL. [Bero/Colin&twins]
Apr 27, 2019 11:52:50 GMT
Post by Bero on Apr 27, 2019 11:52:50 GMT
“Take your apology and put it into our fight, should we ever fight again!” Bero said in spirited tone at Gaz’s apology. He didn’t really seem to care too much either way about the niceties of conversation either. If anything, he understood them, but these digimon perplexed him. To have such power, to lord such freedom over him and yet to be so friendly? Perhaps being friendly like this was truly some part of a digimon’s desire and capacity. It sounded all the more possible he may find a new side of himself… but he needed to make sure that new side of himself didn’t endanger his survival, so it could wait until he was the most powerful.
Colin’s politeness didn’t strike Bero as anything worth noting, but Colin was a realist. He admitted to not being ready to be a friend with Bero, to which Bero shrugged. As he said earlier, he wasn’t looking for a ‘friend’, he was looking for a rival, an assistant in the quest for true strength. He let them leave, watching them as they left. They had eaten, they had fought and they had found nothing of common ground.
Bero stood there in the bright glowing sand, as a black spot which grew hot from the sunlight as they walked on in the pleasant beach weather, sun shining off of Daedalus and lighting up the sky with a positively energizing blue colour. It was a fine summer day, and digimon were enjoying left and right. This encounter would end up largely unnoticed and ignored, much like Bero himself, as he resumed to skulking around, but having fought, he had the peace of mind to at the very least stay out of the sunlight, fading into the shadows of the nearby trees. He wouldn’t be hindering anyone’s day for at least 12 hours.
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Colin’s politeness didn’t strike Bero as anything worth noting, but Colin was a realist. He admitted to not being ready to be a friend with Bero, to which Bero shrugged. As he said earlier, he wasn’t looking for a ‘friend’, he was looking for a rival, an assistant in the quest for true strength. He let them leave, watching them as they left. They had eaten, they had fought and they had found nothing of common ground.
Bero stood there in the bright glowing sand, as a black spot which grew hot from the sunlight as they walked on in the pleasant beach weather, sun shining off of Daedalus and lighting up the sky with a positively energizing blue colour. It was a fine summer day, and digimon were enjoying left and right. This encounter would end up largely unnoticed and ignored, much like Bero himself, as he resumed to skulking around, but having fought, he had the peace of mind to at the very least stay out of the sunlight, fading into the shadows of the nearby trees. He wouldn’t be hindering anyone’s day for at least 12 hours.
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