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It was the best Mikemon could do: leave without comment. After taking a moment to clear out his eyes in the hall washroom, the feline took to a comfortable chair, rested his chin on his forepaws, and closed his eyes to settle in for a long nap.
A nap that, unfortunately, would not give him an easy time sleeping. As he hit those deeper cycles of sleep, Mikemon found himself fidgeting. Eyes tensed shut, foot kicking, breathing uneven, the occasional unspoken word motioned on his lips. It had been a while, but he was in the grip of an outright nightmare, the visage of that Wisemon burned into his thoughts - as well as the monstrous Raguelmon under his control.
From the start, he just considered her his pawn Everything in her life would have been better off without him. Why. Why.
Only about two hours later, Mikemon fell right out of that couch, rolling onto the floor with a resounding thud. "Ah, fuck..." He coughed, gripping his face, managing somehow to fall and land right on the tip of his nose. "Ugh... get a hold of yourself, kitty..."
"Bad dreams?" A familiar voice questioned as Mikemon would look up to find a Kotemon sitting in one of the chairs across from him, casually sipping on a juice box of all things as he eyed the cat with a knowing gaze. The ex-Dark General was no less imposing as a rookie, but there was a calmness to the usually half mad-mon that he had been lacking before his death. A sureness to his posture.
"I would offer you a night-cap, but I'm temporarily banned from alcohol per Doctor's orders" Cloak quipped with a low soft chuckle as he slid from his chair to offer Mikemon a hand up.
Mikemon's ear twitched, the cat giving a groan as he slowly managed his way back up onto his feet, shaking out his fur. Of all the people to greet him, it was Cloak, casually sipping on a juice box. The cat gave a blink, and slowly stood up, leaning back against the chair that he fell off from. "What if I told you that being watched after by my would-be assassin wasn't exactly the most comforting thing?"
He paired that with a small grin and a chuckle, taking that hand as he righted himself, giving his back a nice crack. "In all seriousness, glad to see you back on your feet again. How's your brother holding up? And... ugh, what time is it? I can never tell down here."
"Really? Well you've obviously not been on the wrong end of one of Breach's wake-up calls then," Cloak rumbled out with a low chuckle as he pulled Mikemon to his feet. Giving the Doctor a moment to right himself and get his bearings. "Honestly only Cas could possibly find that bastard cute." He grumbled out not quite realizing the pot was calling the kettle black in this case.
Still the Kotemon paused, tilting is head as if to check some internal clock before speaking once more, "I would say it's close to midnight, maybe a little after. Really Greed you were born in the Dark Area same as I. You really should be better at this." He teased voice as light as the ex-Dark General sociopath could really get as he offered Mikemon a loose shrug.
"Dagger and Angel are. . .around." He quipped with a wave of his hand and a tone of voice that made it clear he didn't really want to think about what the two were up to.
"... If that's anything like an Ordinemon's howl..." Mikemon gave a shudder at that thought, though in this case Cloak might have actually had context. That ordeal was something more than a single Lord could handle, so much so that Greed had to use his own army to fight off the specter's echoed monsters.
Though, that was a thought far in the past at this point. The doctor's ear gave a flick as Cloak mentioned the time, Mikemon blinking as the Kotemon berated him. "Well, four-hundred something years outside the Dark Area will make you used to normal light. And... hm. 'Around', I see."
Even Mikemon knew what that tone meant, and simply let it on by. Climbing back onto the chair, the cat would take a seat, pinching his sinus between his fingers. He took a moment to give the Kotemon's data a general scan. "Hm... you look like you're doing well. You feel 'off' without a tamer connection?"
"Similar. Involves more metal tendrils and him hanging over you like the devil he thinks he is." Cloak explained with a shudder before falling silent. His data was surprisingly intact despite his reincarnation. If anything it seemed death had helped stabilize it somewhat or perhaps his brief biomerge with his brother and tamer had given him something he had been missing. Still the Kotemon's gaze was conflicted.
"I won't lie and say that I didn't hatch screaming and have only recently relaxed from checking on her hourly to every five or so hours give or take." He explained voice brusquely voice gruff and no-nonsense as if this topic was a bandage to big ripped off.
"I thought she was dead," He admitted voice cracking despite his control, "We knew sooner or later. . .we knew something was going to give and. . .I was prepared to bury her." The Kotemon confessed with the pain and dignity of someone who knew the cost of such things. That the good things in life were often outweighed by the bad, but worth the price.
"You and the Sovereign saved her. While I feel the loss of our connection keenly and words don't exist to describe what she is now. She exists. Mostly whole and with who she is intact.That's more then I could have ever hoped for and if I am lucky I'll have a long time to learn to cope with these changes." Cloak summarized unwilling to say much more on the topic.
Yeah, even Mikemon kept a good distance away from that Apocalymon if he could help it - one really couldn't get the feral sense completely out of someone like that. Seeing that Cloak was relatively normal, the cat cut the scan short, instead stretching out his arms as he listened to the Kotemon. And... well, at least Cloak wasn't currently in a bad state.
Physically, anyway. But hearing Cloak's current state of mind was enough to make the cat's ears flatten slightly, Mikemon giving a slight mental sigh at the thought. "She'd do the same for me, in a heartbeat. We're family... and honestly, I wish I could have done more for her." It was a bit of a sour spot - and yet another reminder of Mikemon's own limitations.
"... Tch. Things were so much simpler. If I felt like this back then I'd just organize a raid and let that entertain me, but now..." he fell onto his back, "anything like that feels hollow."
"Where someone else to tell me they had done all they could do for her I wouldn't believe it, but not you Greed. If there was more that could have been done then you would have done it. You did all you could and I thank you for that. That and the happiness you've given her. Truthfully you've unknowingly unbound my hands on many things, but there's years yet to contemplate them." He murmured gaze intense and uncertain how to express his gratitude in simple words. Actions of course would come later. Words were pointless without action.
"I've always played the long game, but back then I had a plan. Now I have nothing, but time and only the loosest of strategies and I don't. . .things were so much simpler back then." Cloak admitted letting himself sink back into his seat. It was strange to see the usually looming Tactimon so small.
"All the time in the world and no plots or plans to eat up the years. I suppose there's nothing left for us, but to live rather then serve like soldiers in the battlelines." He spoke with a loose shrug before turning the topic to something less grim no matter how hopeful.
"Are you hungry? I believe Denryu's already fetched Hime from the lab and I wouldn't be surprised if she sleeps for a week straight. However, while she'll likely need to recover her data the slow way I would be willing to bet a good meal will perk you up."
"Greed doesn't lie. Even back then, you'd know that."
Alright, Mikemon was exaggerating slightly, but he still managed a smile, nodding and accepting Cloak's thanks. At this point, he would have done anything for Cross - as proven by even accepting making an egg out of that cursed totem of data. Slipping back into that chair, his ear gave a flick as Cloak spoke.
"Oh, they were. But let's agree to never go back to them." He chuckled - but rolled his eyes at that second line. "As if... alright, trying to raise three kids is sort of like being a soldier, while also being the exact opposite of one. By the way, you still scare Syre." Yup, that thing was a whole mess.
... And what was that about food? "Something to eat at 12:30 in the morning?" He tilted his head. Denryu was up, too? "Do you guys run a graveyard shift or something? Though come to think of it, I could definitely use something..."
"Good," He quipped in regards to Syre, "She'll live longer that way." The Kotemon added seeming rather pleased with himself over the matter. Better to be wary and long lived, then naive and dead in his opinion. When it came to the topic of Denryu however, Cloak couldn't quite muffle his laugh as he rose to his feet.
"I'm not entirely sure that man is human and not just a calculator masquerading in human skin. Whether he is or isn't still up now that Hime is asleep is debatable, but he's almost as bad as Emma and the Hime when it comes to pulling long and random hours." The Kotemon explained motioning Mikemon to follow him as he lead the way out into the hall and towards the kitchens.
"Everyone here keeps strange hours, but I'm not so unskilled a chef as to be unable to make a sandwich. Though I believe Hime picked up sushi with the intention to reward/bribe you which should be in the fridge." Cloak spoke as he pushed open the swinging door to the rather large steel covered kitchen and made for the walk in fridge. Returning a moment later with a couple of plastic boxes filled with a variety of sushi and sashimi before passing them to Mikemon.
"One perk of having your ex-tamer being the accidental head of the digital underground is it's easy to get human world food."
"... I really should get sleep, but... ugh." Mikemon wasn't going to turn down food at this point. Stretching back up, he hopped off of that chair, and moved to follow the Kotemon into the kitchen. "Can't say I agree with everything going on, but you all have a fascinating system going on down here."
When Denryu and Cross put their heads together, it was usually a terrifying sight.
In the kitchen, Mikemon gave a nod, looking down at the tray of sushi with a slow blink. It didn't take him long to get himself a plate, and three California rolls, two pieces of tuna sashimi and one egg roll for himself. He managed to give a chuckle at the Kotemon's remark.
"Well, you grew up on the stuff. For me, its a rare treat - those smuggler prices are pretty high." He took his first bite, appreciative to finally have something to eat.
More calm, more relaxed. He gave a low breath out, shaking his head. Even with that: "Gonna be... 'off' for a bit. Shit... haven't felt like this since we lost Lust."