[Leatherhead knows that feeling. He knows it a lot, actually. And he knows that when someone's in a state like that, you don't bother them.
Rather than talk or ask anything of Will, Leatherhead sits by the guy, knees to his chest. Really, he should have run away, but watching humans and talking to them without consequence became strangely addicting.]
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Rather than talk or ask anything of Will, Leatherhead sits by the guy, knees to his chest. Really, he should have run away, but watching humans and talking to them without consequence became strangely addicting.]
Let's just leave this chum--
[The big teen grabs Impmon's mouth. Now now.]