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Toxic Masculinity [Kano/Ask]
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 1, 2021 15:00:59 GMT
Rosewood’s streets were bustling with activity today. The town was celebrating some kind of important milestone since its creation almost 3 human years ago. Visitors from all around the Eastern Timberlands and even other parts of the Digital World had come to partake in the festivities. There were food stands run by local Digimon, and all sorts of recreational activities that people could enjoy. It was like a state fair, albeit at a much smaller scale.
Naturally, those activities included competitive events of all kinds - from racing, to beauty pageants, cooking, feats of strength, and many others. One such event was a hot dog eating contest. One of the contestants there stood out in particular, both due to being a Mega-level Digimon in a town primarily inhabited by Rookies, and because they were… well, unfathomably gross!
“Munch munch… Ah, excellent! Exquisite! Marvelous! Simply smashing!” A deep voice sounded, its cockney British accent being juxtaposed with an awful stench and a grotesque body made of red… sludge. Yep, definitely sludge. The large subspecies of Sukamon scooped up dozens of hot dogs with his big, beefy arms, and devoured them all like candy, chewing with his mouth open much to the crowd’s utter disgust.
“Damn, DarkSukamon is really taking this competition by storm!” Yuko remarked, while watching the horror unfold from one of the spectator seats. Her partner Jokermon nodded sagely and crossed his lanky arms in front of his chest. “When it comes to being gross, nobody can surpass DarkSukamon. That’s what makes him so dangerous. He is the Digimon that will bring about the darkest event in the history of the Digital World, or so the ancient prophecy says…” He said ominously.
“Brrring me more mustard!” The sentient pile of sludge demanded, as he continued to gorge himself on more hot dogs. Nearby, other Digimon competing in the event had already reached their limit, and were barfing streams of data into paper bags supplied by Rosewood volunteers. Others were too scared to even compete with that oversized, smelly glutton. Who could compete with such a voracious appetite, after all? For the time being, it looked like nobody was brave enough to take up the challenge.
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Kano & Wrylia
In-Training
Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 1, 2021 22:06:34 GMT
If Kano had to be frank, he wasn't sure if he or Wrylia were exactly the type of folks to be interested in some random fair. That was... Kind of the sort of thing that was more directed towards younger folks, with rigged games to get their allowance out of them, right? And yet, it seemed as though Rosewood was bustling today, with stalls and activities abound - digimon of every shape and size present to enjoy the festivities. What was going on, that warranted such a buzz?
It was hard to say - although if there was one thing that the young man knew for sure, it was that neither he nor Wrylia were entirely interested in participating in the games and gaiety abound. No, the only thing that was really keeping them here, was that Wrylia was hungry - and usually, festivals meant food.
"I could eat a feast fit for a king..." Wrylia grumbled as they walked along; eyeing the food stalls. However, a majority of the stalls were rife with junkfood, or otherwise wouldn't be able to provide anywhere near enough to satisfy the ogress' appetite. After all, given her large muscular form - even by the standards of other Kinkakumon - on top of her regularly getting into fights (and using her biggest moves in said fights,) her metabolism was through the roof...!
"Well," Kano sighed initially, folding his arms behind his head in a casual fashion. "I guess our best bet for getting you that feast on the cheap would probably be..." ... That was a hot dog eating competition over there, yeah? He could see the sign hanging up outside the large open-air tent - although what the hell was up with some of the digimon staggering out of there? And what was up with that smell?
Well, whatever was going on, Wrylia didn't seem to give much of a damn about the smell - simply smirking and cracking her knuckles as she made her way in. "Yeah, looks like that'll do the trick." Meanwhile, Kano followed behind with but a brief amount of hesitance...
... Although, he'd then see the source of the foul smell. Wincing a little, Kano decided to hang back, away from the mess - remarking to himself "Geez, you'd think they'd make deodorant mandatory..."
Wrylia, though, was unphased - simply taking a seat nearby, and gesturing to the nearest staff. "You! Get me some hot dogs - I'm gonna be eating this damn fair out of house and home, at this rate!"
Oh dear. Kano couldn't help a sigh as he leaned back against a nearby wall, eyeing the other nearby stalls. Well... He supposed that he could at least give a game or two a try to kill time, if Wrylia did end up spending awhile here...
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 2, 2021 10:15:37 GMT
DarkSukamon sluggishly turned towards the new arrival, or rather he bounced in place on account of his lack of feet. “Ah, a worthy opponent. Our battle shall be legendary!” He declared, before downing an entire bottle of mustard.
“Kinkakumon will be given a 5-minute head start due to signing up late.” The Perorimon referee that was overseeing the contest ruled. Soon, the staff dumped a mountain of fresh, steaming hot dogs on Kinkakumon’s table.
“No objections, your honor.” The red Sukamon variant eloquently said, followed by a loud burp that completely ruined his British gentleman facade. “I’d love to see how you can fit all that food in that teeny-weeny tummy of yours.” He taunted the Oni Digimon, flashing a wicked smile filled with yellow teeth.
“Her stomach’s not teeny-weeny! Hell, she looks like she bench-pressed an entire bench this morning!” Yuko remarked, staring at the ogress’ exposed, rock-hard abs. Inevitably, her eyes trailed to the rest of her… features, and she blushed somewhat. That outfit didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. “Damn, am I changing orientation? I know Digimon have different standards and all, but she’s really showing too much…” The human girl muttered.
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Kano & Wrylia
In-Training
Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 2, 2021 10:44:20 GMT
Initially, Wrylia wasn't too interested in acknowledging DarkSukamon; although he was certainly a Mega, which put him at a much higher echelon than herself, she didn't exactly find him to really be of any particular notability. But when the taunts started coming out, the draconic ogress would raise an eyebrow at him, hmphing briefly. "Calling me worthy, then saying I got a teeny-weeny tummy, huh?" She'd respond with a brief amount of humor. "Better make up your mind, before I start eating your share while you're busy flip-flopping."
With the food presented before her though, Wrylia's attention was drawn away from the DarkSukamon, and her tail would flick like a content tigress - a wide grin crossing her face. "Oh hell yes." She'd snarl; not even bothering with condiments and the like. She was perfectly content simply digging right in, devouring the hot dogs with a ferocious gusto!
All the while though, Kano would glance over to Yuko, the young man unable to help a brief laugh. "I don't exactly think Wrylia understands what's 'too much,' or really gives a damn about it, given her previous form; though if you think you can deal with her stubbornness for long enough to tell her to put something on - and avoid getting tossed in the process - then be my guest." He'd respond, folding his arms behind his head in a casual fashion. "Bench pressing benches is pretty close to the truth of it, though - she loves fighting like nothing else. Perfectly content sending digimon larger than herself flying around the battlefield, too."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 3, 2021 9:04:54 GMT
Kinkakumon’s comeback prompted a bout of deep laughter from the sludge monster, holding his lard of a belly with his hands. “Ohohohoho! You’ve got spunk, young lass! Smashing! I like that. It’s your attitude that makes you worthy, but you’ll need more than attitude to get THIS lovely figure!” The Sukamon subspecies replied, gesturing at his own obese body that he considered ‘lovely’.
While the feisty ogress took it upon herself to prove her rival wrong, her Tamer, a lithe young man with a slight tan, approached Yuko and Jokermon and initiated chit-chat with them. “I’m sure there’s a handful of guys who wouldn’t mind her getup - or lack thereof - at all. She just makes the rest of us feel inadequate, you know?” The punkish-looking girl responded to his comment in a half-joking manner.
Then the female delinquent remembered that manners were a thing, thus she introduced herself. “Right, my name’s Yuko. Wassup?” She waved casually, before pointing at the flamboyant jester sitting next to her. “This is Jokah. He’s not as obsessed with fighting as your girlfriend, but he’s pretty dependable.” “It’s Jokah-sama.” The Demon Man Digimon corrected her. “Also known as the Demon King of the Digital World! Bahahahahahaha!!” He declared, laughing maniacally. “He does that a lot. Don’t worry about it.” Yuko explained to the tanned youth.
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Kano & Wrylia
In-Training
Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 3, 2021 10:47:57 GMT
Wrylia wouldn't respond much to DarkSukamon's remark - far more engrossed in devouring her own share of food. However, she nonetheless heard him loud and clear; and if the unimpressed - perhaps even reproachful - expression on her face as she glanced over to her opponent was of any indication, she seemed to find the Sukamon's appearance to be quite lacking. She wasn't about to give up the muscles that she took pride in anytime soon, that much was for sure!
Meanwhile, Kano couldn't help a laugh at Yuko's remark - grinning over at her. "I'd certainly like to see some dumbass try to make moves on her - she'd probably send them flying cause they bored her." He'd respond - visibly amused at the mental image of some creep being left hanging from a light post by his clothes. Although - all that being said - he would definitely not be bringing Wrylia to the human world anytime soon. He wasn't interested in going back - at least not yet - and he had a feeling that she'd cause a bit too much trouble, and get themselves arrested in the process.
With Yuko introducing herself and Jokermon both, Kano initially calmly nodded along - although the fellow delinquent calling Wrylia his 'girlfriend' would certainly get a bit of a blink from Kano, the young man visibly caught off-guard. "Woah there - she might be my... Digimon partner, I guess - still getting used to however that all works - although I don't think she's exactly interested in dating." He'd respond with a half-surprised laugh. Geez; she'd sooner punch someone out than kiss them, he was pretty sure.
Nonetheless though, he'd extend his hand to offer a fistbump to Yuko, getting into introductions of his own. "I'm Kano, and that over there's Wrylia - though I imagine you already got that bit figured out." He'd say, gesturing to the Kinkakumon in question with his opposite thumb as he added with a humorous tone "Dunno if she's got any lofty titles like whatever the heck 'Demon King of the Digital World' is supposed to mean, but I think 'crazy fighty draconic ogress' sums things up pretty nicely."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 3, 2021 15:44:22 GMT
Seeing how the quantity of hot dogs the ogress had consumed was slowly but surely reaching his own, DarkSukamon began to sweat. “Y-your 5 minutes are up! Time to show you how a real ‘mon’ eats!” The Virus type said, hastily stuffing his face with yet more unhealthy food after the head start rule was no longer in effect.
Yuko also laughed at Kano’s comment about Wrylia sending her theoretical suitors flying out of boredom. “Heheheh! I can totally picture her doing that! In fact, I’d love to see it happen!” She mused, before bumping her fist against the youth’s own, curving her pierced lips into a smile. “You know what, Kano? You’re alright. It’s kinda rare to meet a cool Tamer these days. Most of them are either too young or too old to really hang out with.”
Wincing in disgust at the sight of DarkSukamon gobbling up everything in sight, the colorful-haired girl decided to tune out the ongoing contest and focus on chatting with her new acquaintance instead. “‘Crazy fighty draconic ogress’, huh? That’s kind of a mouthful, but I guess it fits her. What about you? What would your title be?” She asked him, leaning back on her chair and sitting cross-legged.
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Kano & Wrylia
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Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 4, 2021 11:49:40 GMT
He was alright, huh? That notion got a chuckle out of him, the young man smiling in a relaxed fashion. "Good to know I got your approval - you seem pretty cool, yourself." He'd respond, sitting down nearby and shoving his hands into his pockets once the fistbump was given. He'd briefly look Yuko up and down - noting the get-up she had - before humming briefly, commenting "The flashy look you got's pretty neat, too."
It did make him think, though - given that he was an adult, and was pretty much independent from his parents in this world, perhaps he could see about getting some piercings like she had? It'd be a nice addition - although there was the risk of them getting yanked if a fight got particularly close and personal. Or maybe even tattoos - though given how some people tended to view them, particularly older or more traditional sorts, he wasn't quite as sure about that.
He might be a delinquent at heart, but he didn't want to completely screw his chances of getting an odd job or two in the human world.
Noting Yuko's glance in DarkSukamon's direction though, Kano couldn't help but share in the brief hue of disgust towards the strange digimon - and he'd be unable to help glancing back at the fellow delinquent, asking "Do you know what the heck that dude's deal is, by the way? Could smell him a mile away, I swear."
Regardless of whether or not Yuko had much to say about DarkSukamon though, she'd eventually comment on Wrylia's 'title' - something that Kano chuckled over - before asking him about what his own title would be. Kano would take a moment to ponder it over, musing "Humm. Good question... Maybe 'The Dude with the Glowy Fists'?"
Grinning humorously over to Yuko, he'd take the time to briefly bump his fists together - a faint burst of Digisoul running over either hand from the point of impact - to help convey his point. "Dunno if it's something other humans 'round here can do, or if it's unique to me - but I think it's pretty damn neat, if you ask me."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 4, 2021 13:35:39 GMT
“Flashy, huh? That’s an unusual compliment, but you probably mean it in a good way, so I’ll take it!” The punk girl stifled a chuckle, pulling her colorful hair behind her heavily pierced ear. “It’s not like I try to draw attention to myself, like a certain someone…” She said, eyeing Jokermon and his eye-gougingly garish outfit. She then gestured vaguely at herself. “This is just… me. Not everyone is gonna like it, but I don’t care.”
“Oh bugger!” DarkSukamon cursed under his foul, mustard-scented breath, getting increasingly more frustrated by his rival’s progress. “Screw it! Hot poodles, get in my belly!” He exclaimed, grabbing the table in front of him with both hands and lifting it in an angle, letting all the remaining hot dogs fall straight into his hungry gullet.
“Trust me, after spending enough time with Jokah and his stooges, you kinda get desensitized to their… weirdness.” Yuko said, wincing once again. “He’s the exception, though. He might be a powerful mercenary, but I don’t think I could ever get desensitized to a talking pile of… you know…”
Kano’s demonstration of his so-called Glowy Fists caught the girl’s interest once more. “Daaang, dude! No, that’s definitely unique. I haven’t seen any other human do something like this. What would happen if you punched someone with these hands?” The female delinquent asked curiously.
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Kano & Wrylia
In-Training
Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 5, 2021 7:45:44 GMT
"Flashy's fun, if you ask me." Kano confirmed with a chuckle, nodding along as Yuko continued to speak. Wanting to show one's truest self was something that Kano could get behind though - and he'd flash her a quick thumbs-up, commenting "Hell yeah, I can respect that. Too many people like thinking they have control over how others express themselves, nowadays."
Especially when it isn't hurting anyone else, there wasn't really a point to policing such things such as what you wear or how you present yourself, was there?
All the while, it was debatable as to whether or not Wrylia was even really paying DarkSukamon too much mind; she was driven to a single purpose - eating her fill of these hot dogs, win or lose. Of course, she'd much prefer to win if possible - she was naturally quite competitive, after all - and the ogress was plenty keen on making a good pace in this regard. However, as she glanced up to see DarkSukamon attempting to double down on his efforts, Wrylia wasn't about to get left in the dust - a low snarl escaping her as she, too, engrossed herself in devouring every last bit of food on her plate.
"I suppose it's a matter of time until I get used to Wrylia's own chaos, then." Kano chuckled, adding "I don't think I'll ever get used to someone like him, though - how powerful can he even be, anyways?" Something like a Sukamon didn't strike Kano as being particularly powerful - though then again, neither did one of those small pink puffballs he saw at one point, and Wrylia said they were typically Megas. Which meant they were pretty big deals, or at least that's what he understood of the stages.
Yuko definitely seemed to approve of Kano's ability to use Digisoul, though - and this made the young man grin a bit, unable to help a sense of pride at the other's amazement, as well as at the idea of this being unique to him. "It's mostly just a big punch - but... I can definitely leave a Rookie smarting - and I've been able to make a Champion flinch from it, although I think part of that was me having the element of surprise on my side." He'd explain - taking a moment to remember his stages and terminology as he spoke.
He'd next pull out his digivice, adding "And using the glowy effect on the top of this thing - my Digivice - is what had Wrylia digivolving, so it's probably potent stuff, if I had to guess."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 5, 2021 8:48:04 GMT
“He can be quite powerful, if he takes a fight seriously. His No Flush Punch is particularly dangerous. If you get hit by it, you’ll get a terrible case of the tipsies!” Jokermon explained, uppercutting the air with a clenched fist as if to demonstrate. “Unsightly though he may be - almost as unsightly as those incompetent Vilemon - I would rather have him be an ally of mine than an enemy.”
Kano underplayed the power of his own punch, but the female Tamer was nonetheless impressed. “Element of surprise or not, making a Champion flinch sounds pretty damn impressive!” She remarked. “Hell, even punching a Rookie sounds like it’d hurt you more than it would them, considering some of them are made of metal or minerals, or have tough shells covering their body. Are you even human, dude?”
Their chatting was interrupted by a loud horn that signaled that the contest had ended. “Time’s up! DarkSukamon is the winner! Second place goes to the Kinkakumon!” The Perorimon referee announced, handing a shiny trophy shaped like a hot dog to the Mutant Digimon. “Bwahahahaha! Smashing! Bravo, me!” The red Sukamon variant rejoiced, his hearty laughter giving way to an elongated burp that made the audience sitting at the front row recoil in disgust.
Wrylia was given a much smaller trophy for coming just a few seconds shy of winning. Given her competitive nature, it was possible that she would ask for a do-over, or challenge DarkSukamon to a new game. As if by fate, a couple of Gazimon were strolling nearby at the time, discussing among themselves just loud enough to be overheard.
“Oof, that hammer throw game at Zudomon’s blacksmithery is too hard! I couldn’t even lift the darn thing!” “Yeah, me neither. I just don’t have the muscles for it. If only I worked out more…”
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Kano & Wrylia
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Bare your fangs, break your chains.
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 6, 2021 11:06:30 GMT
Kano... couldn't help but make a bit of a face, at Jokermon's explanation over DarkSukamon's strength - although he supposed that it answered his question well enough. "Can't argue with that, I guess - he's damn bizarre, enemy or ally, though." He'd remark, as he turned his attention back to his and Yuko's conversation. Though it was a low bar to clear, talking to Yuko was definitely more pleasant than paying attention to whatever DarkSukamon was doing now.
Which, Yuko definitely seemed to appreciate his own abilities, something that put a smile on Kano's face. "Last I checked, I'd think so." He'd respond with a chuckle once the horn had finished sounding, adding "Although I've yet to get in any fistfights with any rock or metal digimon, so I wouldn't know if it'd hurt or not. I'd also rather not test it if I can help it at all - punching the wrong way, and without proper protection, can really fuck up your knuckles and wrist."
As if for emphasis, he'd flex his wrist and fingers a little bit. It was essentially the first thing he learned, about fist-fighting; joints were a tricky thing, and doing something that messed them up usually led to them not healing quite right - so you wanted to take good care of your fists.
All the while though, was the question of the contest between DarkSukamon and Wrylia, which - the Ogress had sadly lost by a thin margin. This knowledge would be met with a disgruntled snarl from Wrylia, who would barely even regard the trophy that was offered to her - only giving it enough acknowledgement to take it. As she stood, an agitated lash of her tail would send her chair toppling over - but it would, thankfully, be the only casualty amidst all of this. Damned dumbass game, damned walking pile of...
Certainly, the option to challenge DarkSukamon to a rematch or new game was there - but what Wrylia wanted was something to let her frustrations out on (and a Mega was probably not going to take being punched sitting down.) Instead, as she returned to Kano's side to not-so-gently toss the trophy onto his lap, her eyes would briefly settle on Yuko and Jokermon. The former - a human, definitely not fighting material - would only receive a brief lookover and 'humph', though as she gazed upon Jokermon, her expression would twist into something a bit more smug and taunting. "So who's this twink over here, huh?"
Oh dear. Kano could see quite plainly, that Wrylia was looking to pick a fight. Sighing, he'd take the time to put the trophy received in their shared Infinistore, before glancing in the direction of a pair of Gazimon, briefly overhearing their exchange. Well, if they needed a way to distract Wrylia from her sore loss...
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 9, 2021 10:59:15 GMT
The colorful-haired girl nodded understandingly at Kano’s helpful fist-fighting tips. “I see, so it’s more of a use-it-if-you-must kind of deal.” She commented, folding her arms behind her head. She panicked internally, trying to remember if she had shaved her pits this morning. Wait, why was she concerned about her looks all of a sudden? Was it because she was socializing with a cute boy? She quickly waved that thought off as ludicrous.
“Don’t pick a fight, unless it’s with someone that deserves to have their ass kicked. That’s my motto when it comes to these things…” The female delinquent went on to say, before being distracted by Wrylia’s arrival. As much as she wanted to tell the Kinkakumon to put a freaking shirt on, she refrained from it on account of the ogress looking beyond pissed at the moment. She’d like her limbs to remain intact, thank you very much!
Wrylia, for one, was far less impressed by Yuko’s own partner, calling him a twink. “Excuuuse me if I like to keep my figure slender and graceful, instead of looking like a steroid-abusing brute.” The demonic jester quipped back. “To answer your question, I’m the Demon King of the Digital World, master of the DarkSukamon that just whooped your patootie.” He added, smiling sardonically.
Speaking of the foul-odored devil, he bounced past them with his shiny trophy still in hand, suddenly burping in their faces. “Pardon me, lovely people. All those hot dogs have given me a dreadful tummy ache. I must retreat to the loo.” The hellish Sukamon subspecies said, before bouncing towards the nearest public toilet.
Yuko visibly cringed.
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Kano & Wrylia
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OOC Name: Tsukistar
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Post by Kano & Wrylia on Aug 11, 2021 4:34:44 GMT
"Sort of? I enjoy fist-fighting - I just gotta make sure I take good care of my hands while I do it. Like... I have gloves here, that help protect my knuckles when I fistfight." He'd mention, pulling out a pair of black padded gloves and showing them to Yuko. "Helps keep everything in place if I strike at an odd angle, and softens the blow on my knuckles if I hit something hard." Such as a dude's jaw. Although he wasn't sure if it'd help too much, if he did hit a digimon made of stone and the like.
As Yuko shared her motto though, Kano nodded - though he'd note how she trailed off, which prompted him to follow the other's gaze towards Wrylia.
Which, the ogress in question would hmph at Jokermon's quip. "You look like you'd snap in two, if the wind blew too hard." She'd remark - reaching over and making a light jab of her finger at the clown digimon's midriff, as though to prove her point. However, Jokermon would soon point out that he was the one who led DarkSukamon - which got Wrylia pausing for a second, her eyes narrowing as she visibly re-evaluated her odds against the clown digimon. "... Hmph." She'd soon huff, eyes casting aside as she returned to Kano's side. "Well, that damn well explains the smell about you."
Kano was pretty sure Jokermon smelled just fine - but he wasn't exactly interested in finding out for himself. Instead, he'd get up and briefly stretch his limbs, suggesting to Wrylia "How about we go check out that hammer throw thing, instead of picking a fight and getting us arrested or something?" Would there even be some form of digimon police or whatever here? He wasn't sure - but he didn't exactly want to find out, at least not from Wrylia harrassing some innocent passerby.
"... Hammer throw?" Wrylia questioned, raising an eyebrow at Kano. She wasn't exactly interested in participating in dumb silly carnival games, but... She was listening.
"Yeah, big heavy hammer, show off how big and strong you are by lifting and tossing it around - it's something to do, while we kick back 'round here." Kano elaborated, trying to tempt Wrylia. It'd certainly be better than her trying to pick a fight with one of the locals, at least. Which, the ogress would consider this suggestion for a little bit, before huffing. "... Fine." She'd grumble, briefly cracking her knuckles as the two of them got moving.
As they walked though, Kano glanced back to Yuko and Jokermon, offering "Wanna come with?"
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Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 11, 2021 15:48:28 GMT
It was clear that Jokermon wasn’t gonna snap in two from the wind anytime soon, however something in him did snap when Wrylia poked his thin, squishy abdomen. “How dare you touch the Demon King with your greasy fingers, you barbarian! Do that again and I’ll have DarkSukamon take your head and ram it up--”
“Oookay, who’s bored? I know I am! Let’s find something else to do!” Yuko quickly got between the two bickering Digimon in an attempt to prevent a full blown fight from breaking out. She wasn’t alone in that endeavor, since Kano also proposed that they tried their luck in that hammer throw game the Gazimon were talking about. “Hammer throw, huh? Sure, let’s check it out.” The teenage Tamer replied, before cupping her hands around her mouth. “Yo, DarkSukamon, are you done over there?” She hollered.
“Affirmative, Ms. Yuko!” The Mutant Digimon emerged from the public restroom, which was now enveloped in a cloud of green smoke so foul-odored, it was practically a biohazardous zone. “Oh, I feel so relieved, like a massive weight came off of me! I’ll be with you momentarily.”
The young hooligan cringed yet again. “Cool, just follow close behind… not too close, though.” She said, waving her hand in front of her nose. After shooting a meaningful glare towards Jokermon to make sure he wouldn’t cause any trouble, she ran up to Kano and Wrylia, shoving her hands in her pockets as she walked with them. “Guess we need to find where the heck that hammer throw thing is now. Have you two been to Rosewood before or is this your first time?” She asked, trying to find out more about the duo through small-talk.
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