Surprise Surprise [Gazimon]

Gazimon actually blinked in surprise as Gar suddenly held the digivice out before him, a sudden bout of tension in his body--perhaps instinctual preparation for an oncoming blow--only slowly fading as the human went on to explain. His eyes darted between the display (and studying the design of the device's outer casing with it) to Garrote's abruptly energetic face. The expression on those mammalian features fluctuated between confused and anxious animal to someone very, almost painfully human, teetering between doubt and longing.

"Y'know, I heard'a those things before. Now and then someone tries to pull a fast one back in the city or undercity usin' one," Gazimon finally spoke up. His mouth felt dry, and he found his gaze lingering, again, on that portal, when he knew it would be better served studying the device, itself... Or, maybe taking a grab at it while it was hovering in his face. Instead, he just kept talking. "Usually someone pretendin' to be somethin' or someone they're not. Trying to play big and tough or spoof someone else, y'know? Usually doesn't work out too well." He gave a low chuckle, a small and raspy sound that gained a bit of energy as he thought about it. Well, the way the kid was putting it made it sound that much easier to get by in the human world thus disguised than trying to run a con out in Terminus or Tenebrous using the same tech.

Still, it was a much less known world... And as far as he knew, even more dangerous than the one he existed in. Sure, the spindly and rather regularly-sized humans, who overall looked so similar in their specifications and capabilities, were far less imposing or inspiring than their digimon counterparts... But then, they surprised him before. They surprised him today.

"... Y'know, you hear some weird things 'bout that world of yours," Gazimon said with a sniff, looking back up at Gar. "Like that there's humans there that hunt for any digimon slipping through the cracks, right? Or, or that if a digimon dies there, they don't make it back to Beginnings." He gave a long look over in Ruby's direction. There was an edge of anxiety in his voice, mottled with something like excitement, perhaps infected by his proximity to the human half of the nearby pair.

Gazimon seemed to be put back on edge with Ruby's motion, perhaps only just then realising keeping his arms full such as they were would act as a serious impediment of the Dobermon finally lost patience with him. His words, though, seemed to resonate on some level with the digimon, despite the differences in their relative level, and moreover the deep divide in their natures, their data makeup. "Ehe, well, I guess ya might say takin' risks comes with the territory. Maybe somethin' like this ain't so different." After all, he was already out here because he'd struck out from one world, if only figuratively. Was a literal equivalent so far-fetched?

"... Vouch for me, huh?" Now there was an offer, more than the offer of teaching him anything, that he could process; in his root, back in the night city, it was that nebulous network of vouches, favours, enmities, and bonds that kept the roughly organized chaos of the black market from descending into just chaos. What this was, was probably more valuable than if he could have made off clean with the boy's wallet. Maybe... Well, probably not worth quite as much as if he swiped his digivice, too. But, at least so far, it seemed less likely to see his tail bitten off and his ass with it than attempting that particular stunt. "Well, a bad teacher's better than no teacher, far as I'm concerned!" He suddenly exclaimed, beaming a row of very sharp and very white teeth up at him, and eyes showing a sharp, intent red, bright as plasma below a scope. Of course, that was a lie; a bad teacher could teach you things that took a lot longer to unlearn. But it was in the sentiment, like the kid said!

Gazimon gave a sizable snort at this, rolling those self-same eyes. "Mean, seems like an alright shake to me. Human world, huh... Better than a couple mushrooms and a how-do-you-do, eh?"

For a moment, the shifty little digimon gawked openly at Ruby. "So... So he does have a sense of humour..." He offered in a clearly audible stage whisper, leaning conspiratorially in closer to Garret, a mirthful and only-slightly mean-spirited grin crossing his snout.

That next question gave him a clear moment's pause, before he nodded, all the weight of another world's promise heavy on his brain-pan. "Yeah, sure. I ain't gonna do anything liable to land me in trouble first thing I set down in some new world." That was honest; he liked to think he was more subtle than that, and he'd survived Tenebrous all this time by avoiding sticking his neck out too far. Noone was going to get his spoken word, let alone his signature, writing off on becoming a better person, though. Wisely, he didn't declare that in front of the onlooking virus hunter.

A snicker followed that last exchange, terminated by another snort. "You and me both, cous. Don't, uh, take it too personal though, right? I'll pay you back, some time down the road. Nothing mushy about it if it's business." A certain, persistent glimmer in his eye revealed a remaining hint of emotion at the sudden turn of events, though, and possibilities raced before his mind at the opening prospect of setting down in a new, unknown world... And one he was unknown in, in turn. The smile on his face wasn't completely pure, but it was bright all the same.

"Ahehehe, sure, yeah..." Gazimon mumbled a bit nervously, seeming to edge several centimeters away from the threatening digimon without appearing to move his body in the process.

"Yeah, uh, yeah maybe. You got any clue how these things supposed to work? Never really got the technicals just hearing about 'em in passing," His expression mutated slowly from that optimisitic, if slightly shaded smile, to a scrunched up half-frown. "Come to think, what exactly is the operating mechanism with these things? It just an optillusion or it more like solid-light. Or it actually do somethin' to my data..." He looked down at himself, as if the answer might occur there. No amount of naval gazing was likely to solve this particular riddle-of-self, though. "I mean, it's awful pricey to buy without knowin' a thing about it. Hum..."