The digimon thought about fighting being man-handled and chose to go along, rather surprised really when he was given back his normal spot. She treated him, oftentimes, like more of a pet or a child than the warrior he was. It wasn't dignified, but it was all he could seem to get, and he took what he could. She preferred the comfort of other people her size, and he could understand - sometimes he preferred the company of his own kind as well.
It did confused him when Squall moved away, however. He never would have moved. But then he was practically programmed to see past Roze's uncomfortably tactile behavior.
"Amusing. She says the same thing about you," Musashi rumbled, those glowing crescents watching Squall thoughtfully.
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It did confused him when Squall moved away, however. He never would have moved. But then he was practically programmed to see past Roze's uncomfortably tactile behavior.
"Amusing. She says the same thing about you," Musashi rumbled, those glowing crescents watching Squall thoughtfully.