Somewhere just outside the terminal, one of the new arrivals is talking with his Digimon. Well, that's not entirely accurate - it's not so much "talking" as it is "getting into a shouting match." The arrival in question is a kid with slicked-back black hair, red eyes, and distinct purple markings on his cheeks, wearing mostly black and seeming oddly uncomfortable in his clothes. The truth of the matter is that it's not so much the clothes as the body, but at the moment Forte's too worked up to think about it much.
"...and I said I already HAVE a partner, you stupid hamster! Shut up and send me back already!"
"I told you three times already I can't!" the Tsukaimon hovering in front of him snaps back. "Look, I'm sorry about yer dog or whatever, but the Digital World called you here 'cause it needs ya! No one can send you back until whatever it is is fixed, got it?"
"GOSPEL IS NOT JUST MY DOG, MORON! For one thing, he's a WOLF! For another, he's a way better partner than YOU'D ever be! What're you gonna do, look cute at people!?" Forte jabs an accusatory finger at the Digimon, snarling.
"I'll do better than YOU would, that's for sure!"
"OH YEAH? Do better than THIS!" Forte brings his arm up, pausing for a second as if he's expecting something to happen. Then he remembers that he can't form his buster anymore and scowls, instead pulling back and aiming a punch right at Tsukaimon.
Tsukaimon dodges nimbly around the punch in midair, then speeds up abruptly and rams Forte dead in the chest. The impact knocks him clean over, and he wraps his arms around himself as he lands on his butt, gasping in pain. Holy crap, did EVERYTHING hurt this bad as a human?
Meanwhile, Tsukaimon takes the opportunity to land on Forte's head, causing him to glower.
Outside the main terminal
"...and I said I already HAVE a partner, you stupid hamster! Shut up and send me back already!"
"I told you three times already I can't!" the Tsukaimon hovering in front of him snaps back. "Look, I'm sorry about yer dog or whatever, but the Digital World called you here 'cause it needs ya! No one can send you back until whatever it is is fixed, got it?"
"GOSPEL IS NOT JUST MY DOG, MORON! For one thing, he's a WOLF! For another, he's a way better partner than YOU'D ever be! What're you gonna do, look cute at people!?" Forte jabs an accusatory finger at the Digimon, snarling.
"I'll do better than YOU would, that's for sure!"
"OH YEAH? Do better than THIS!" Forte brings his arm up, pausing for a second as if he's expecting something to happen. Then he remembers that he can't form his buster anymore and scowls, instead pulling back and aiming a punch right at Tsukaimon.
Tsukaimon dodges nimbly around the punch in midair, then speeds up abruptly and rams Forte dead in the chest. The impact knocks him clean over, and he wraps his arms around himself as he lands on his butt, gasping in pain. Holy crap, did EVERYTHING hurt this bad as a human?
Meanwhile, Tsukaimon takes the opportunity to land on Forte's head, causing him to glower.
"I think I win."
"S-shut up!"