[Boy some people are sure special in this city. Impmon continued playing his game of 'let's see how far we can get from Leatherhead before he catches up'. In the middle of his game, he spotted someone peaking outside the Terminal room.
Some things require a delicate sensitive touch. Impmon lacks that touch. So instead he plops down in front of the door, kicking his feet back and forth, waiting for the awkward newcomer to pope his head back out.
So intent on messing with this guy he completely miss the digimon...or the giant bandaged teen walking towards him.]
Hey buddy, watcha doing?
[Leatherhead immediately pauses to see Impmon...just laying there. God Impmon, you're gonna be the death of him.]
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Some things require a delicate sensitive touch. Impmon lacks that touch. So instead he plops down in front of the door, kicking his feet back and forth, waiting for the awkward newcomer to pope his head back out.
So intent on messing with this guy he completely miss the digimon...or the giant bandaged teen walking towards him.]
Hey buddy, watcha doing?
[Leatherhead immediately pauses to see Impmon...just laying there. God Impmon, you're gonna be the death of him.]
Who are you talking to?