[Anything pleasantly nostalgic about traipsing through the woods for dubious reasons has thoroughly evaporated about five hours in, with Patamon hungry and drooping on Takeru's shoulder and daylight fading fast. He's about to suggest they give up and call it a day when there's a rustling sound up ahead--not from the elusive horrorsloth, but from a bunch of shroombacks ready to get revenge for the accidental invasion of their territory. Oops.
Instead of taking the opportunity to try and run away, Takeru's first response is to rummage through his bag for a snack to give Patamon the energy for at least a quick evolution. He's so accustomed to working with other Chosen Children that it doesn't occur to him that anyone else might see this as a serious lack of priorities.]
Think you can distract them for a minute?
► F.
[The good thing about being on a planet full of people with weird powers is that there's no need to go through the hassle of trying to keep Patamon a secret. The bad news for everyone else is that Patamon is free to roam around the base. Anyone trying to escape the rainy day boredom by cooking will find themselves with a little digimon fluttering annoyingly over their shoulder, asking questions about what they're making and generally flashing his best feed me, please eyes.
Luckily, it's not long before Takeru shows up to claim him.]
You could have just told me you were hungry, you know. [He sighs from the doorway and quickly moves to extract Patamon from anyone's personal space.]
Takeru Takaishi | Digimon Adventure tri
[Anything pleasantly nostalgic about traipsing through the woods for dubious reasons has thoroughly evaporated about five hours in, with Patamon hungry and drooping on Takeru's shoulder and daylight fading fast. He's about to suggest they give up and call it a day when there's a rustling sound up ahead--not from the elusive horrorsloth, but from a bunch of shroombacks ready to get revenge for the accidental invasion of their territory. Oops.
Instead of taking the opportunity to try and run away, Takeru's first response is to rummage through his bag for a snack to give Patamon the energy for at least a quick evolution. He's so accustomed to working with other Chosen Children that it doesn't occur to him that anyone else might see this as a serious lack of priorities.]
Think you can distract them for a minute?
► F.
[The good thing about being on a planet full of people with weird powers is that there's no need to go through the hassle of trying to keep Patamon a secret. The bad news for everyone else is that Patamon is free to roam around the base. Anyone trying to escape the rainy day boredom by cooking will find themselves with a little digimon fluttering annoyingly over their shoulder, asking questions about what they're making and generally flashing his best feed me, please eyes.
Luckily, it's not long before Takeru shows up to claim him.]
You could have just told me you were hungry, you know. [He sighs from the doorway and quickly moves to extract Patamon from anyone's personal space.]
Sorry about that.
► Wild Card Option [Anything else is cool!]