The remarks don't seem to deter him in the slightest, and he just sighs. "It does matter, but I suppose I can't get that across to you." He doesn't have time to deal with pointless exercises. He finally sheathes his sword.
"Dodomon -" "Wanyamon." "Whatever. We're leaving. We'll find fruit to pick elsewhere." He meets Hajime's gaze and then finally turns, white coat billowing behind him. He takes a few steps away, careful to make sure that he keeps his senses aware in case the other tries to attack.
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Date: 2022-04-17 01:34 am (UTC)"Dodomon -" "Wanyamon." "Whatever. We're leaving. We'll find fruit to pick elsewhere." He meets Hajime's gaze and then finally turns, white coat billowing behind him. He takes a few steps away, careful to make sure that he keeps his senses aware in case the other tries to attack.