Two Heads Are Better? Feb 26, 2019 16:43:24 GMT
Post by Diego Lacosta Santos on Feb 26, 2019 16:43:24 GMT
"...Nope. Not today." At first it looked like Diego wasn't talking to anybody. After all, to the average human eye and even the average digimon he appeared to be completely alone. He didn't look very happy about it either. Even though class was in session, the thirteen-year-old boy was behind the building cutting class. Instead, he was spending time sitting back against a tree, and... well, that was it. He wasn't studying, he wasn't thinking about anything in particular, and he wasn't even sketching in his sketchbook, which was an activity he almost always enjoyed. "Maybe tomorrow."
What was the point in going to class anymore? He figured? Maybe his parents' connections had gotten him into an international school, but they just spoke English instead of Japanese, neither of which was his first language and the former of which he still wasn't perfectly fluent (the latter being a language he knew almost nothing about). He was behind, always behind, and, heck, it didn't seem to matter even if they had been speaking plain Spanish. Nothing he did, nothing he tried seemed to get him anywhere in school except, in rare cases, barely passing.
Unfortunately, Diego wasn't as alone as he appeared. Someone spoke back to him, "Forget this place! Don't you understand where you are? You're just steps away from that place! Why won't you go?" The voice was young and female, but that hardly mattered to anyone besides Diego; he was the only one who could hear it.
Aloud, though, he quietly hissed back to it, "No! For the love of God, leave me alone!" at least he was able to talk to that voice in Spanish, but he was getting more and more agitated with it ever since he moved to Japan. That was why he was starting to raise his voice despite over the past year being well-practiced in keeping those conversations private. Ever since moving to Tokyo that voice has been more and more excited, more omnipresent, more insistent on its compulsion to bring Diego to her 'home world' and show him his 'true destiny.' Of course it was all tonterías - complete rubbish - but that didn't make her demands any less annoying.
"But we're so close!"
"Leave me alone!" by this point Diego was shouting, scaring off a bird in the tree above him. That made him aware of what he'd done and try breathing exercises his old therapist taught him for stress. Good thing there seemed to be no one to witness this kid apparently screaming at a tree. No humans, anyway.