[Jyou had actually planned to go to bed at a decent hour. And he actually had! Gomamon had teased him once again for turning in around 9 that night. But as midnight hit, so did the earthquake. A really bad one too. But there was also a lot of clamor outside. Loud voices reaching to where he had taken up residence.
If only to make things worse, no matter how he tried, he couldn't get back to sleep. Especially as the local Damemon had decided to start up a racket.]
Why did I chose the apartment building closest to the Meeting Hall? Why?
Because you wanted to be near the Terminal but not in the Meeting Hall itself?
That was a rhetorical question...
[Sighing heavily and figuring he'd try and get the Damemon to be quiet, he puts on a jacket over his pajamas and a pair of shoes and heads outside. But he isn't prepared for what he sees. Suddenly there are more people coming out of the Terminal. People with Digimon. More Chosen! Not just children, but adults too! Not a single one of the new arrivals look familiar. Not just yet. This is too weird. Well, not as weird as finding out Koushirou was just a little older than him when he first arrived. But it's still weird!]
Jyou! Look at all the Chosen!
Yes, I can see them. There's a lot of --ow! Your claw just dug into my back!
You complain too much.
[And soon enough, Jyou has one Gomamon perching on top of his head. Sighing, he looks around. Sure enough, the Damemon are all running around. A massive tide of the little Digimon making a huge racket that he'd be surprised if anyone could sleep through it.]
I guess I can forget sleep... unless someone has earplugs.
[Gomamon thinks for a moment before dropping both of his front fins over either of Jyou's ears.]
Nice try, but I can still hear everything. [HEAVY SIGH]
npc time! outside the terminal~
If only to make things worse, no matter how he tried, he couldn't get back to sleep. Especially as the local Damemon had decided to start up a racket.]
Why did I chose the apartment building closest to the Meeting Hall? Why?
Because you wanted to be near the Terminal but not in the Meeting Hall itself?
That was a rhetorical question...
[Sighing heavily and figuring he'd try and get the Damemon to be quiet, he puts on a jacket over his pajamas and a pair of shoes and heads outside. But he isn't prepared for what he sees. Suddenly there are more people coming out of the Terminal. People with Digimon. More Chosen! Not just children, but adults too! Not a single one of the new arrivals look familiar. Not just yet. This is too weird. Well, not as weird as finding out Koushirou was just a little older than him when he first arrived. But it's still weird!]
Jyou! Look at all the Chosen!
Yes, I can see them. There's a lot of --ow! Your claw just dug into my back!
You complain too much.
[And soon enough, Jyou has one Gomamon perching on top of his head. Sighing, he looks around. Sure enough, the Damemon are all running around. A massive tide of the little Digimon making a huge racket that he'd be surprised if anyone could sleep through it.]
I guess I can forget sleep... unless someone has earplugs.
[Gomamon thinks for a moment before dropping both of his front fins over either of Jyou's ears.]
Nice try, but I can still hear everything. [HEAVY SIGH]