[Mission Start] Hajime's listening grimly to what the group's being told. That sounds like a problem, and it's not the sort of problem where they can just fight it head on and go home. Not yet, anyway.
He's got Cutemon in his arms, and he's got one hand over the little Digimon's mouth. Someone isn't very good at keeping his mouth shut when others are talking, and Hajime's just trying to avoid Cutemon unloading a wave of questions on everyone and dragging this out any longer than it needs to be.
Cutemon, for his part, appears to be pouting. He's got commentary! Questions!
[Neighborhood] If Hajime had been left to his own devices, he would have ignored the sale. Maybe done a quick sweep of the area to see if anyone had any film cameras lying around. But he has not been left to his own devices, and he's got Cutemon there riding on his shoulder. The Digimon is excitedly chattering away and pointing at this and that and that and this and asking for a toy or a snack or ooh there's another toy. They stop and watch some of the street performances. Hajime looks kind of bored with the whole thing, but Cutemon's laughing and clapping.
It is not until they stop to watch a bit of a street magic show that Hajime starts to have some regrets. "I need a volunteer from the audience!" the Dracumon who's putting on the show exclaims. "Who's going to be my volunteer?"
"Ooh!" Cutemon waves one arm around while the other's pointing at Hajime. "Him! Pick him!"
"You there! The human with the Cutemon! Step right up, sir!"
Regrets. Hajime has them.
[Rail Riders] The hows are unimportant. The whys are unimportant. What is important now is that Hajime and a Goblimon are brawling in the middle of one of the aisles of the train. "Brawling" might be a strong word for it. "Scuffling" might be more appropriate--they're rolling around on the ground beating on each other in something that looks not unlike a playground spat. Cutemon is standing on one of the seats holding the Goblimon's club, calling encouragement to his Tamer. "Yeah! Get him, Hajime! A left! And a right! And another left! You got this!"
Another Goblimon is approaching, club in hand, and Cutemon has yet to realize this. Whether or not Hajime's picked up on it is anyone's guess; he seems pretty focused on the Goblimon he's currently squabbling with.
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Hajime & Cutemon
Date: 2022-04-02 04:52 pm (UTC)Hajime's listening grimly to what the group's being told. That sounds like a problem, and it's not the sort of problem where they can just fight it head on and go home. Not yet, anyway.
He's got Cutemon in his arms, and he's got one hand over the little Digimon's mouth. Someone isn't very good at keeping his mouth shut when others are talking, and Hajime's just trying to avoid Cutemon unloading a wave of questions on everyone and dragging this out any longer than it needs to be.
Cutemon, for his part, appears to be pouting. He's got commentary! Questions!
[Neighborhood]
If Hajime had been left to his own devices, he would have ignored the sale. Maybe done a quick sweep of the area to see if anyone had any film cameras lying around. But he has not been left to his own devices, and he's got Cutemon there riding on his shoulder. The Digimon is excitedly chattering away and pointing at this and that and that and this and asking for a toy or a snack or ooh there's another toy. They stop and watch some of the street performances. Hajime looks kind of bored with the whole thing, but Cutemon's laughing and clapping.
It is not until they stop to watch a bit of a street magic show that Hajime starts to have some regrets. "I need a volunteer from the audience!" the Dracumon who's putting on the show exclaims. "Who's going to be my volunteer?"
"Ooh!" Cutemon waves one arm around while the other's pointing at Hajime. "Him! Pick him!"
"You there! The human with the Cutemon! Step right up, sir!"
Regrets. Hajime has them.
[Rail Riders]
The hows are unimportant. The whys are unimportant. What is important now is that Hajime and a Goblimon are brawling in the middle of one of the aisles of the train. "Brawling" might be a strong word for it. "Scuffling" might be more appropriate--they're rolling around on the ground beating on each other in something that looks not unlike a playground spat. Cutemon is standing on one of the seats holding the Goblimon's club, calling encouragement to his Tamer. "Yeah! Get him, Hajime! A left! And a right! And another left! You got this!"
Another Goblimon is approaching, club in hand, and Cutemon has yet to realize this. Whether or not Hajime's picked up on it is anyone's guess; he seems pretty focused on the Goblimon he's currently squabbling with.