"Yes but not like yours, yours are boring and the same." Which is apparently extremely unwelcome to small crimson dinosaurs, who expect scarier and with more spikes."I can't scare anyone if it's exactly the same as yours."
He doesn't find any of it intimidating at all, be it Guilmon or anything else she's coming up with. "We'll find something sooner or later." It's neither acceptance nor refusal of potentially taking whatever Elecmon comes up with, because if she came back with a bag of rocks it wouldn't really be that useful but outright refusing is rude. "I wonder why they bother with this ..exchange of 'coin' for other items, surely there's enough hands to make anything needed freely available to all."
The problem with a utopian society: what the hell is supply and demand. "I've been given a rundown of how it works but what, precisely, prevents you or I from simply.. creating more of this currency and using it as we wish?" NOT A THING.
"Oh! If you're going traveling!" Themis is seized again, this time in razorsharp claws at about knee height via Guilmon, who tugs on his robe with all the impertinence of the young and oblivious. "We're going to be going to the Pixel Coast later on, you should come."
Wait weren't they supposed to be accompanying Themis, not extending a different invitation? "...Well if you're headed out gathering anyway, I'm hoping to get a better idea of the layout of the area and different ecosystems and resources to draw on. If we're to do a lot of fighting I'd like to be familiar with the arena."
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He doesn't find any of it intimidating at all, be it Guilmon or anything else she's coming up with. "We'll find something sooner or later." It's neither acceptance nor refusal of potentially taking whatever Elecmon comes up with, because if she came back with a bag of rocks it wouldn't really be that useful but outright refusing is rude. "I wonder why they bother with this ..exchange of 'coin' for other items, surely there's enough hands to make anything needed freely available to all."
The problem with a utopian society: what the hell is supply and demand. "I've been given a rundown of how it works but what, precisely, prevents you or I from simply.. creating more of this currency and using it as we wish?" NOT A THING.
"Oh! If you're going traveling!" Themis is seized again, this time in razorsharp claws at about knee height via Guilmon, who tugs on his robe with all the impertinence of the young and oblivious. "We're going to be going to the Pixel Coast later on, you should come."
Wait weren't they supposed to be accompanying Themis, not extending a different invitation? "...Well if you're headed out gathering anyway, I'm hoping to get a better idea of the layout of the area and different ecosystems and resources to draw on. If we're to do a lot of fighting I'd like to be familiar with the arena."