"Yeah, well, fall somewhere else! There are people trying to enjoy this park, can't you see that--"

"Stop!" Campbell's shout is punctuated with glitching focused around his arms. Lucemon turns to him, stunned. "Just...stop. I don't need-- Stop yelling at others, for me, okay?"

A strong urge rises up for him to get Hoot out of his backpack, but he fights it, because he's not going to cling to a stuffed owl that's not even his every time he feels uncomfortable. He's supposed to be better than this, but no, he's not, so the least he can do is not bug others.