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Lucas smiles, "I'm glad. I've really enjoyed our time together so far. Don't worry, I'll stick with you, as long as you stick with me," he chuckles, "I've got your back, Ren Campbell," D'aww. That's...sweet? Sweet. Sure.
"Well, hurry up and finish your confectionery treats. We can get back to the Digital World and get to work on following your Grandpa's crazy codes, hm? Maybe see if we can find a treasure chest, or something," Yeah, that sounds likely. He seems raring to go, though, so that's a good sign.
"Yeah, we can get going. I'll finish this on the way." Ren stood up, shouldering his part of the load stored in Grandpa's duffel bag and grabbing his half-full milkshake cup. He dropped a handful of coins in the tip jar on the counter and walked out with Lucemon, turning to head in the direction of the train station. Focused as he was on the adventure ahead, he didn't notice the curious gazes and half-hidden smiles of the few employees in the ice cream shop. It seems someone noticed they looked like they were on a date, after all.
"Well, you should have plenty of time to decode that stuff. I figure we can take a Trailmon back to that town on the coast. I forget what you called it. I can sail us back to the island from there with Hookmon's MiniDutchman, and we can unload those supplies in the C0ve. Then we'll figure out where next, what do you think?"
"Sounds good to me!" Lucemon walks along quite happily, ready to head home after a brief pause in their...whatever this is. "You can tell me all about the human things you wouldn't tell me about, as we travel, yes?" Yeah, you kinds walked into that one, Ren. You did say you'd tell him later.
You didn't specify how much later.
"Maybe I should get a crown, if I'm a Pirate King. What do you think, Captain?" he snorts. Well, at least their lives aren't boring. He's already trying to figure out ways to improve the C0ve. Maybe the Monmon could gather some things for him. Little comforts, or things to make it more defensible. Not that it's easy to find, mind.
"S"Er... yeah, maybe." Ren said, trying awkwardly to avoid the subject. This was definitely going to get weirder. "We're definitely not getting a crown. Besides, I'm the pirate. You're the chief of a tribe of monkeys. Better be careful, Chief Monkeywings. There's a saying in this world, 'pride goes before the fall.' If you're not careful, you might end up... I'm not sure, honestly. Are there fallen angel digimon? Demons? I don't really understand if we got the angels and stuff from you guys, or vice versa."
He walked in silence for a minute, turning streets occasionally to take them on a path closer to the terminal. "There it is," he pointed ahead of them at the sliver of the bright, glassy terminal he could see between buildings a few blocks ahead. "Last chance to do anything in the real world before we return to the Digital."
"There are, yes. Most of them are very corrupt," Lucemon huffs, "They certainly don't have Holy Rings like I do," He seems very proud of them. Probably for good reason, given the name. Also, come on, Ren. Lucemon. Lucifer. Luce, Luc. Yup.
"It's the human world, not the real world. My home is just as real as yours is," Lucas shakes his head in disappointment. So many things that Ren said that struck a bad chord at once. Oh dear. "Let's just go,"
"Yeah, sorry. I guess you're right," he said sheepishly. "Digital World certainly doesn't feel fake. Just, you know. Different. I just wonder which of our worlds influenced which, you know? We have religions just peppered with creatures similar to some of you digimon. Makes me wonder if that's where we got the stories from, or if at some point you digimon got those forms from the stories. It's interesting to think about."
Falling into silence, he walked for a block or two before risking saying something else. He'd clearly hit a sore spot. "Luce', look. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to strike a chord there. It's not like I actually think you'd just up and turn into some kind of... Devilmon or something. Like you said, you've got the holy rings and everything."
"They mark me as a Holy-species Digimon. It's what gives me my power, and access to most of my moves," He explains, in a tone that suggests he hasn't completely forgiven Ren. Uh-oh. Lovers' quarrel. Oh, right. It's just Ren's grandma that thinks they're lovers. And the people in that ice cream place. And anyone walking past them in the street.
"Quit being such a jerk today, Ren Campbell. It's getting silly," Lucas fixes the 'other' boy with a look as they continue walking. Oh, Yggdrasil, is he ready to fly again...
"Aw come on. I'm not so bad; it's part of my charm," Ren said, slinging an arm around 'Lucas' ' shoulders. Once again he managed to make them look like a fairly convincing couple, regardless of it being completely unintentional and Ren being completely unaware of the implications. He should probably consider appearances more. "I really am sorry though, Luce'. Last thing I want to do is offend you. I'd basically be lost in your world without you, besides the fact you're actually one of the closest friends I have..."
"Truth is," he began, much more somber. "I always found it difficult to make friends in this world. Felt out of place, like I didn't belong. "You finding me and taking me to the Digital World was probably the best thing that's happened to me."
Lucas leans against Ren a little as the arm goes around his shoulders, certainly not helping the 'couple' image. Just accept it, Ren, this is life from now on, apparently. He looks up, a little, towards Ren's face, and then nods, slowly, "I haven't had an easy time making friends, either. I've only really had one, and she's gone now. It put me off trying to make more, for a while. But I can say that you're probably my closest friend, now, despite having only known you for a few days,"
It's true, after all. They hadn't even done a huge amount together, but there was a bond forming between them, and Lucemon certainly wasn't opposed to it. This human had shown him kindness, was intelligent, and was willing to hang out with him and fill him in on what he didn't know. What else did you really need, for a friendship?
You needed plenty of snacks and money for train tickets, it seemed. Ren bought the tickets that got them into the terminal and, looking just like two travelers ready for a long journey, the two loaded-down young men made their way unobtrusively to a lesser-used part of the building. Ren dropped his now-empty milkshake cup into a trashcan along the way, and when the coast was clear they slipped through metal-grated door that popped open with a quick flash of his D-Scanner. The terminal they waited at was quiet, unoccupied. They had now but to wait.
"I'll try to be more sensitive in my wording Luce,'" He'd promised. "I'm honestly glad I'm a 'spirit user.' A digimon seems a good thing to be. I like your world. I'm sure we can both extend a little patience. And I really will break some of the squishy human stuff down for you, it's just... strange to have to explain it. I have to get some time to wrap my head around it. I promise I'm only stalling a little."
"Mm. Okay. If you promise you'll tell me all about human stuff. That seems fair to me. 'Squishy', though?" He blinks, "I..this should be a very interesting conversation," Lucemon is...not sure how he feels about any of that.
"Well, I think we're lucky to have you as one of us. Stick with me, Ren Campbell, and I'll show you the ropes," Lucas smiles, "and then we'll be awesome pirates together. ...The good kind of pirates, right? The kind who find treasure? Or are we the pillaging kind? There's a big difference,"
"Do ancient ruins count as pillaging? I'm not out to hurt people. I wouldn't have even picked a fight with Sepikmon if he hadn't tried to steal from and extort me. You and Kai made it seem like a pretty dangerous world, so..." he shrugged. "I want to sail. I want to explore your world, meet people. Have adventures. And I want to do it with my best friend, who is an angel and also happens to be chief of the Monmon."
"That's something else I was thinking about," he said suddenly. "As Hookmon I can summon the MiniDutchman. It's a little one-sailed boat. Three-ish people, tops. It's fast and shallow, but it's just an open hull. A rowboat with a sail. What if there's a bigger ship around? What if that's where the rest of my Ocean Spirit is?"
"King of the Monmon, thank you. Peasant," Lucemon shakes his head with a sigh, "The Digital World can be very dangerous. Just stick close, hm? I'll protect you," The younger of the two offers a grin.
"As for your spirit, it could be anywhere. If you want to look for shipwrecks though, we can. The Monmon might know something, or we could try and speak to some Ocean-Dwelling Digimon, hm? We'll find your stuff, Ren Campbell. Anyway. Let's find a Trailmon and go on these 'adventures' you've promised me,"
"Then off we go, Luce'. Adventure awaits!" he cried, laughing and cringing immediately at the way his voice carried and echoed. It was drowned off a moment later by an increasingly familiar sound: a large, trainlike creature shouting "Whoo whoo!" Why did no one ever hear the Trailmon? It pulled into the station a moment later, looking like nothing other than a giant pink mole. Behind it was a line of rather ordinary-looking, comfortable yet simple train cars. The doors opened with a soft hiss, and Mole beckoned them in with a nasal welcome of "All aboard." Ren and Lucemon stepped forward, and he paused to allow his friend to enter first.
"Adventure awaits," he says again as they stow their bags and sit. And then they wait.