One of the people addressed is a tall person. A very, very tall person. In fact let's say he's a giant among most of the other Tamers in the room. Themis has been standing politely in the back to assure he wouldn't block anyone's view of the meeting.
"That would depend on what you mean," comes his answer. Themis has learned how to project his voice so it's not overwhelming, but he can be heard by those nearby. He smiles down at Nara'a and Botamon. On the day of his arrival, the Ancient had discarded his peoples' social conventions and went about with the cowl of his robe pulled down. The white mask is at rest against his chest. At the moment his partner doesn't seem to be visible. But if one looks closely, there's a very suspicious lump bulging out the cowl in the back part.
But the silver-haired youth isn't going to immediately interrupt the digimon's nap.
"Might I ask what part of our circumstances you're talking about?" Themis isn't one to just hurl out random bits of opinions with such a vague question on the table.
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Date: 2022-04-02 08:34 am (UTC)"That would depend on what you mean," comes his answer. Themis has learned how to project his voice so it's not overwhelming, but he can be heard by those nearby. He smiles down at Nara'a and Botamon. On the day of his arrival, the Ancient had discarded his peoples' social conventions and went about with the cowl of his robe pulled down. The white mask is at rest against his chest. At the moment his partner doesn't seem to be visible. But if one looks closely, there's a very suspicious lump bulging out the cowl in the back part.
But the silver-haired youth isn't going to immediately interrupt the digimon's nap.
"Might I ask what part of our circumstances you're talking about?" Themis isn't one to just hurl out random bits of opinions with such a vague question on the table.