Colorful Blurs <OPEN>

[zephy]

_{Beautiful, hypnotizing,
They fill her with curiosity.
An anomaly that bewitched her,
In ways that only she can see.
If only another can witness this site,
The colors she sees through her eyes.
What a fantastic sight of lucid lights.}

Although this isn't what really was happening to Irene. Once again she had her nose in a book, while walking in the hallways of the mall. It was a little passage that she wrote herself. Oblivious to the sights, sounds, and smells around her. Irene wasn't interested in such a thing.

Her partner Tokomon, however, enjoyed the surroundings around him. His shiny marble-like eyes focused on everything and everyone. The little pink digimon looked up at his partner with a small smile, he didn't want to show the hundreds of teeth he actually had. Tokomon squirmed a little to get Irene's attention. "Irene ... " he spoke, "don't you think you should pay more attention to what's around you? Or maybe a quick snack, you didn't eat breakfast yet!"

Irene kept quiet for a moment before speaking, "Maybe later, friend. I'm not really hungry now, but thank you for asking ... " With that, Irene caressed the little digimon's head before finding a place to sit. Now then where was I ...? She frowned a little for loosing her place in the book. "I should really mark these lines ..."

It wasn't so much her partners fault, it was her forgetful ways when reading a poem such as this. Irene didn't like it, but she was use to it. From time to time it would get to the point that she would blame it on Tokomon, but not really mean it, she would quickly apologize. She cannot not stay made at him for his inquisitive mind for this world.

[trevor]

"Bu-but-but..." the sobbing of young girl's voice whimpered, ever so quietly so no adults could hear the exchange. She didn't want to get in more trouble if any adults came to the "rescue". Her blue eyes watered more, and tears streamed from her eyes, staining her cheeks a light pink color. Her gaze was on a boy walking away from her, holding her precious Doll in his arms. He was much older than her, how could she ever plan of fighting for it back? The girl let out a few more gasping sobs, before she cried after him a little louder " I thought you were my friend!" she hoped that the older boy would stop, and apologize to her. At first he seemed like he cared to help her find her parents, for she was lost, but now...she wasn't so sure, he was leaving her, and he stole her Dolly. No, she gave it to him, but only because he had tricked her! It wasn't fair!

These words, made the boy stop, his dull green eyes flickered for a moment, as though someone had just pushed the "On" button for his emotions and life. His lined lips that drew across his face as a frown, slid up, forcing his face to create something like a smile. Not a happy smile, it was the worst of all kinds of smiles. A smirk, a sneer, a leer, a smug smile, any you could describe it, that was the new expression on Trevor's face. He stopped dead in his tracks, and turned around to face the girl, only to look away for a brief moment, in a careless manner. The wavy brown haired boy looked around the mall, making sure that they were not creating a scene...not like it mattered. Trevor was going to have his last words with her, and leave her to find her parents on her own. He got what he wanted from her. The ratty doll. Why not? He was a ten year old boy, not to mention he was smarter than most average adults, or he was pretty sure he was, why did he need a doll so bad? It was obvious, he wanted to take the thing she loved most, he wanted to see the girl trust him, to see him as a friend, and then, to destroy her little precious heart.

Trevor, the smirking boy, turned around, clutching the doll to his brown jacket, "Oh, my," he muttered, stepping a few footsteps closer to the girl, making her flinch. His cold green eyes met her wet, miserable blue ones, his smirk grew wider when she couldn't hold his gaze. "Did you honestly believe I was your friend?" a dark chuckle sounded from his throat, " Did you honestly think, I," he laughed again "Would grace you with my friendship? You? Little...you.... You're to put bluntly, a bloody idiot. You think that you can trust complete strangers to help you? Because of your blindness you've been let down. " Again, Trevor paused, lifting the dolly all dressed in pink to his face, and he kissed the "trophy", as though to make the girl feel even worse. This disgusting doll would have a new home now. " It wont be the only time, will it, you're so foolish, I doubt you've learned your lesson. My friend...rubbish, Let's face it, LOOK at you!" He gestured at her, the smirk only growing bigger, it didn't seem to fit with those dull green eyes though " Your looks don't even make up for lack of intelligence, You're ugly, morbidly obese, and you're hair is as dry as a scarecrow's. You're a waste of time. Go find someone who cares, then again, who would?" He turned away from her, his green eyes looked around, people were staring, not that he cared, he was finished here. Even if the girl didn't understand some of the words he was using, the venomous hateful way Trevor was using them almost screamed insult. So he was quite certain he got the message through to her, and it must have been quite clear, because she started wailing at the top of her lungs. The smirk that had once been sewn onto his face relaxed back into a small frown, his original dull expression he usually had. The boy in the brown jacket weaved his way through people in the mall, as though not to get caught, still clutching his "trophy" the doll, firmly in his hands. It was going to be discarded anyway, but he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
The boy looked around, as though waiting for one of the adults to grab him, and start yelling at him for making the girl cry, but still no one came.

Figures. No one dared confront Trevor, after all, it was obvious he would win in the end. He always did. He continued walking down the halls of the mall, hoping not to run into his Grandma. Not like it'd matter, he'd just ignore her, like she was the wind, or an annoying fly, . Trevor had separated from her earlier that day, and was exploring this gigantic store full of stores, and messing with the fools who shopped here. He wasn't sure what was so entertaining about a mall, it had several places to shop...that was it. Trevor didn't even like shopping, but he supposed it must entertain the simple minded. "Maybe later, friend. I'm not really hungry now, but thank you for asking ... " His attention was grabbed by some voice near by him. His green eyes turned to look at whoever was speaking, but what he saw was just...a girl. No one else. Trevor raised a dark brown eyebrow at her for several long moments "I should really mark these lines ..." was the other thing she said,. Ah so she was reading... One fish Two fish Red fish Blue fish, by Doctor Seuss no doubt. Maybe she was talking to...well he wasn't quite certain. The brown haired boy glided a few steps closer "Excuse me, can I ask what you're reading?" he asked, forcing a genuine smile, as though he were a good 10 year old boy. He felt the doll in his arms for a few moments, waiting for an answer. Strangely, Trevor was finding himself rather sociable at that moment, and part of him was actually quite curious about it.

[zephy]

Even with all the sounds in the building, Irene could still hear and listen into the conversation between Trevor and the little girl. Normally she wouldn't eaves drop on such a thing but the poor girl's voice was a little louder than some. The voice of the boy gave Irene a sinking feeling in her heart. She questioned herself why would anyone be that mean to a child. That many insults and for what? How did that accomplish anything? That kind of action didn't make a lick of sense to her. Furthermore, the crowd's reaction baffled her as well. Such behavior should not have been left undone. Then again why didn't she herself do anything? After this thought she frowned at herself. Irene kept on reading and ignored her surroundings once more.

As for Tokomon, he sat quietly enjoying the sights. He tried not to worry about the situation outside of the bag. Once again he looked up at Irene and noticed the puzzled face. Before he could say anything the boy walked over. The small digital creature uttered a small squeaky sound. It was as if he was an actually dog toy. Gosh I hope this brat doesn't give my sweet Irene any problems. Just at that thought he spotted the doll in Trevor's hand. Now why would he have that doll. It doesn't seem like it belonged to him, now that would be silly. Tokomon gave a faint scowl when he was thinking. If he was even allowed to get out of the bag he would give this boy a talking or two.

"Excuse me, can I ask what you're reading?"

Right away Irene recognized the voice from earlier. She looked over and made eye contact with him. Her cold stare lasted for a solid minute. It seemed like she wasn't breathing either. Finally she spoke with a soft voice, "Poetry." She went back to reading a few more verses before adding to her last response, "Are you just going to stand there?" her tone was a little more sharp than usual, but overall still lingered a sense of shyness. Her face showed some concern. Irene wasn't a big fan of kids in the first place, especially ones that were obnoxious. She had a feeling this one would get on her nerves. From her experience there was one child she almost went off on for stealing her book. Now if this boy steals her book she would gladly slap it out of his hands. Hopefully it won't have to come to that.

She cleared her throat and slightly frowned. Well if you act that way to him he'll probably be even more of a snot-nosed brat. "My name is Irene by the way," she continued speaking with a more gentle voice, "May I ask what is your name young man?" After talking she put her book away. Then heard a squeak from Tokomon. She looked down to make sure she didn't actually do harm to her partner. The most she seen from him was his big puppy eyes, it gave her a small smile on her face. Irene hid the smile away from Trevor.

[trevor]

His green eyes stared long and hard that the golden haired girl, considering his options on what to do. He was genuinely curious about what she was doing, and what she was reading. He doubted it was anything of real interest. He was only interested in the finest of literature, nothing this peasant could ever offer him. Trevor wasn't surprised though, nothing these days really surprised him, so he felt ready to assume that this girl had nothing of particular interest. He wasn't even sure why she, of all people, caught his attention, it wasn't like she was special. He could remember his school teacher had told him everyone was special, that a joke. There were only a select few people in this world, who were special. Trevor, he was very certain, was one of them. "Poetry. Are you just going to stand there?" the brown haired boy's dull green eyes blinked, recognizing unfriendliness in the tone. Trevor's own green eyes grew harder, with a new glint of cruelty, as he clutched the doll tighter in his arms. He wasn't angry, nor annoyed at the girl, these things were simply reactions to her coldness towards him. Someone was a little anti-social, wasn't she? Well fine, if she was going to be rude to Trevor, he was just going to be rude back.
Yes, Trevor may or may not even know he's as rude as he is already.

"My name is Irene by the way,"
Her tone was much more gentle now, and the wavy haired boy's hard green eyes, barely, but still did, soften just a little bit, releasing the iron grip on the pink doll he was "given". Irene? He testing the name by repeating it after she said it "Irene..." the name was repeated slowly, but he made it obvious he was analyzing the name with his tone of voice being so thoughtful. It was a rather unfitting name for this girl. She looked rather bland, and well, peasant-like to him (everyone did), Trevor wasn't sure she was even deserving of such a fancy beautiful name like that. May I ask what is your name young man?" He down at his shoes, and then looked back at her, with a strange cold look of confidence in his eyes. Though he paused, considering his options once more. Why would she care to hear his name? Why did she think he cared to hear her unfitting name? Did she have some sort of trick up her sleeves? Whatever it was, Trevor knew he would be able to outsmart any sort of trick that was coming his way. So, he might as well grace this Irene, with at least his name. Besides, why would she just trick a random stranger she didn't know anything about? Oh wait. Trevor's lip twitched a little. He did that all the time. "Trevor," The boy sniffed, green eyes watching Irene place the poetry book in a bag "My name is Trevor," a smug smirk grew on his face "Why do you read poetry....Irene...?" he asked, a few more questions formed and lined up in his head, "Doesn't that kind of require," he paused a little "Oh I don't know, whats the word...imagination? I never understood the concept of imagination, especially when used on poetry." Surprisingly Trevor was being particularly polite to this older girl, it could either be the possibility that he usually doesn't care for being cruel to older people as much as younger, or maybe he has a plan forming. Whatever it was, it will eventually unfold.

[zephy]

Out of the circumstances, maybe I could talk to him for a little while. Then again, what in heaven's sake he's trying to do. Maybe give as little detail as possible, just to see what he can muster up. Or should I give him an ample amount of information? Who knows, this might be a little fun. Or rather a little odd, being that this is only a mere child. I can't help but feel suspicious of him none the less. Am I that low to do such a thing? Or am I that bored? Possibly a little of both. Possibly.

A response slithered out of her mouth, "That's a nice name, Trevor. Simply poetry is my hobby. And yes, it does require a bit of imagination," she paused for a moment to set her purse down, snugged between her legs and the planter of which she was sitting. "If I were to ask what do you see in your mind when I say dog: would you see the words or the animal?" she pauses again and realizes she is talking more than usual, but she keeps continuing, "Imagination just provides an image to help you understand a concept, same with poetry. It is mainly how you perceive words. Now, I'm not the best at explain but I hope that helped in some degree."

Irene knew she spoke too much on the subject. Irene felt that she was 'over explaining', nor was she trying to be rude about it. You could tell she wasn't use to talking that much because the last few words she spoke had a little pause for each space. She looked at the boy and patted a seat for him as a gesture of kindness. It wasn't like she had to go anywhere soon, that she knew of. In the purse Tokomon stayed perfectly still. Being noticed was the last thing he wanted. His coal black eyes stared at the green eyed boy. His eyes fascinated him. They were like two perfect emeralds. The small digimon noticed he was staring at him too long and tucked his head into the purse. Oooh! Curse my curiosity!

[trevor]

To be honest. He had asked others about the concept of imagination, no one had a sufficient answer for his question. No, he wasn't closed minded, he just didn't think anyone else had the acuity to answer. But did that make imagination a complicated practice? As much as Trevor hated to admit it. it was particularly...what was the word, too vast of a subject for it to be easy t understand. The worst part, not to mention the most confusion part to Trevor, was that as complicated a subject as Imagination was, the most feebleminded had constant access. The ingenious of this world, like himself, could not grasp it as easily. His green gaze turned away from the unfitted named girl, at the exact moment she started to explain herself to him. Trevor didn't look back to her, but simply listened, getting ready to ignore just about anything she told him. "If I were to ask what do you see in your mind when I say dog: would you see the words or the animal?" His dull green eyes still didn't look at her, staring at nothing in particular, just a simple direction. His mind retraced what she said, letting his mind analyze the question. The brown haired boy glanced back at her, with an expression that looked to say "what kind of question is that?". When she said dog, of course he thought of the word first. He wasn't sure why it'd make any sense to imagine the creature first. He rolled his green eyes in silence, not wanting to waste his breath on such a stupid question, even if it was just an example.

"Imagination just provides an image to help you understand a concept, same with poetry. It is mainly how you perceive words. Now, I'm not the best at explain but I hope that helped in some degree."
An image...? He supposed that made sense, but if it was such a logical thing, why did other...idiots use it for nonsense. It ruined a perfectly valuable thing and made it seem, pathetic, useless, and something you should dispose of before you leave your home, and enter the real world. Perhaps it wasn't this imagination thing, perhaps it was, either way, even if it was a terrible and annoying thing to have which was still his theory, he would find an advantage, and use it for his own "selfish" needs. When she pat the seat next to her, Trevor looked at it, examining the seat that was for him to sit in. His green eyes hardened coldly, looking at the stranger, this Irene person. What was she doing? She wanted him to sit down? Was this an offer or was she commanding him to? She wasn't in control of him, he could stand if he wanted to, and if it was an offer, well...he didn't need her pity. Trevor sniffed, rolling his shoulders a little, and waiting a good few seconds, before deciding for himself, that he would sit down. When he sat, his gaze turned to the bag Irene was carrying, where she placed the book. " I suppose that makes sense...." he replied, faking a thoughtful voice, as though he was more interested in what she said than how interested he really was. "But why?" Trevor asked, a small sharpness in his tone, " I don't understand why it even matters, does poetry and imagination together benefit a person in some way? I can see why it'd be useful in other situations. However, is something as....simple as poetry promote....?" he paused, unsure of what to say "I would only think that it'd give people ideas, and certain people should never get ideas." still, he stared at the bag, determining whether or not he wanted to snatch it or not. No, he wouldn't steal, his parents would have his head. He was....slightly curious about it though, and what was inside.

OOC:
Notes: Sorry, this isn't a very good Trevor post.

[zephy]

She smiled slightly after the boy sat down. Irene took a long pause on his questions. After a while she doesn't like to talk and would rather ignore or listen to the other. But in this case since there is no other person in on this conversation, she doesn't have the luxury of being the third wheel. It wasn't that she doesn't the correct answer or opinion, more or less Irene looked as if she grew bored talking. "I can only Imagine that poetry and imagination goes hand in hand in a sense that it's a way to express one's feelings such as sorrow, rage, or joy. Or even to inspire another, like you said. In addition it may have something to do with getting away from a harsh reality," it was the most she could say before trying to take out her iPad. Irene put it away because she noticed that the screen was doing something rather odd. "Hmm. Well then. And well like I said, poetry is a hobby as well. As for myself I like reading in general. That book I had earlier has some of the few poems I've made the past year or so." She tried looking around to see what time it was and from a distance there was a clock straight ahead. The golden-haired girl squinted slightly to read what was not possibly past noon. Something about today seems a little off. It wasn't her inquisitive guest, not in the least. Although she can't help but wonder about the time.

After the chit-chatting, Irene's partner grew bored. He tried his best not to yawn but when he did a small squeak came out about the same time Irene accidentally moved her legs. Tokomon's belly seemed to utter a small growl as well, he didn't eat anything big today. Within a few minutes Irene stood up picking up her purse. "Are you by any chance hungry?" she told the other person. "I don't mind spending on some food, I have to admit I'm a little hungry myself." She was lying. This was an attempt to feed her small partner, that was possibly why today felt a little off. In the back of her head she was thinking maybe that she could drop a few scraps in her purse. It was a somewhat simple and kind of risky thing, but she would let Tokomon starve.

ooc: it's okay! ... I'm not sure if this is a good post either. ^^;

[trevor]

Trevor listened again, green eyes hard with doubt, and slight disinterest in his question, and in her answer. What she said sounded smart, but it didn't sound logical, which in his mind, were two entirely different things. He'd much rather be logical than smart, it brought you places faster, it made people listen to you. Being smart and logical were really good things to have both of, luckily Trevor was both of these things, so he would succeed further than anyone he knew, much faster, and he would be much stronger. Trevor didn't care if he had to step on other people along the way, he did that all his life anyway, until he scared children away from ever getting the idea, that they could EVER surpass him. Not all children, some people were far too stupid to understand when to give up. He was rather enjoying crushing their new found hope in trying to be better than Trevor. That wasn't the point though, right now he was starting to pick a part what this bland girl Irene was saying to him, his green eyes staring emotionlessly at her from a long period of time. She was saying that it promoted emotions, in which Trevor made a very disapproving scowl. Emotions held people back, and made them look weak. The only good emotion was hatred, for it promoted destroying your enemies, rather than loving them. It may seem a little sad, but Trevor never understood the concept of love, or any emotions, mainly because they all eventually lead to disappointment, and heartbreak which was the root to all failure. Trevor was no failure, he would not let this poetry do something like that to him. Ms. Irene could get lost, way from "harsh reality" and fail if she wanted to, he couldn't care less what happened to such a blind fool.

Then there was a pause, he found himself at a loss for words, which was odd, because Trevor was usually full of insults, and rude words to just about anyone. It may just seem like a bad time, yes that was it. The boy glanced down at the doll in his arms, and loosened his grip on it even more, suddenly caring for it even less then he had before. If he were to come across a trash can, he would throw the stupid ratty doll away, where it belonged. Give it back? Never. That wasn't his style, he wasn't going to show any idiot any mercy, especially because she is a girl, and Trevor simply put, did not particularly like that gender, not at all. All girls (besides this Irene, person, for reasons he doesn't understand), were giggly, ditsy, and foolish romantics. Easy to trick, easy to hurt, they were all easy game. It was probably why the boy was finding himself very frustrated with the blond girl he was talking to. She didn't fit his classifications for girls. He was so lost in though, Trevor at first didn't realize he heard the tiniest noise come from the bag the older shabby girl was carrying. Then suddenly, his green eyes stared at the bag, narrowed in slight suspicion. Did she have an animal in there? She could get into some big trouble if they found she had a rodent or a dog in there, he figured that'd be an excellent trick. But he wasn't paying enough attention to actually know for certain, it was small, and truly, it could have come from anything at all. Suddenly she stood up, making Trevor stand up as well, green eyes still staring keenly at the bag she was carrying. Was she leaving? Fine then, obviously he had over stayed his welcome.

No. That wasn't it, OBVIOUSLY she felt like she over stayed her welcome. It wasn't her fault she felt so uncomfortable, after all, she was talking to a complete genius. Then she spoke, making Trevor look from the bag, back to her brown eyes, she was asking him if he was hungry. Of course Trevor went into defensive mode. Of course he was hungry, it was past lunch time for him. Why? Was she going to mock him if he said yes, for having a weak stomach? He stayed quiet again, registering what she was saying Was she offering to feed him? To be polite? Was she making fun of him in that way, messing with his pride...? What Trevor wanted to say was Of course I am, you fool, don't patronize me, but he swallowed his tongue reluctantly. The boy was hungry, and he didn't have any money, if... if she WAS actually offering him food, he didn't want her to change her mind by his "rudeness". The question was, was Trevor , the ten year old boy, feeling willing enough to swallow his pride along with his tongue, and say yes. Slowly he nodded, a clear yes, to the fact that he was hungry, and he looked away, finding it in him to speak, but trying his best to hide his defeated tone "Yes, of course I am," the last part in his words sounded too accusing, he cursed inwardly, that better not have sounded too mean, otherwise if she rejected him, he'd just take her bag, and hopefully, there was money inside of it. Something he probably wouldn't do in reality, he'd hate to be accused as a thief. Even if he knew he could get away with it. If that made any sense. "Is there something in there?" he asked, casually, pointing at the bag, "I thought I heard something....maybe it was my imagination....?" when he said imagination, he used his fingers to make the quotation markings, "But yes..." he nodded " Truly I am, hungry."

OOC:
Notes: No green for Trevor's speech yet, my computer is acting weird. Will add them later

[zephy]

Such kind acts that this one soul has. But why waste on one who is so irksome. Why bother showing kindness to this child? Then again, one man should not reflect another's negative action. Tokomon took the thought of this. He was still uneasy with the boy. Still wondering why he even has the doll. Right about the moment he heard food, his thoughts went back to a somewhat childish state. A sense of eagerness filled him inside. It was almost like a little spark of a firecracker. Goodness! I really do hope this boy picks a wonderful place to eat. If I could I would do two flips by golly! I'm getting all giddy just thinking about the food! "Is there something in there?" The small digimon stopped cold, did he draw that much attention to himself? Please not. Who knows how Trevor will react. The worst that could happen is him calling the authorities and taking him away from his only friend Irene. He didn't want to feel alone again, not ever. She was his angel, a bright glimmer of light that gave him a reason of being happy again. Tokomon felt his heart stop and couldn't tell if he was breathing. All this anxiety made himself sick inside instead of hungry. Suddenly, he felt a soft gentle warm sliding down under his belly and he froze. All the butterflies inside starting to flutter rapidly. Everything was bright. That's when he came to realize, he wasn't in the bag anymore. W-why am I out of the bag?! I can't be out of the bag!! Oh gosh this is bad! Bad, bad bad! I have to stay still! That's it!

She smiled a little about his little quotations, it was funny in her opinion. "It's only a doll ... " Irene on the other hand was clam and very relaxed about his question of what was in the bag. It was her hand who picked with the little pink 'doll'. She held it with care and made sure she didn't drop it. "See? It squeaks." She gently push on Tokomon's belly and instantly a small squeak uttered out. With that she put it back inside the comfort of her purse. Everything she said was smooth and relaxing. More than likely it was for her partner's sake, just to keep him from flailing out of her hand. "Where would you like to eat?" She asked in a kind manner. She cared less of his tone, it didn't offend her. Now if he were to ask her to buy something from a food joint and not eat it then waste, she would be greatly offended. "You can have anything you like, if you wish. Well, food wise. I can't really give you this doll. Since it looks like you already have one." Irene spoke with a light solemn tone that time. It wasn't much of a contrast from how she spoke earlier.

In the bag, Tokomon finally felt relaxed again. He trusts Irene, but a fair waning would have been nice. The little creature was nerve racked. Luckily his fear made stay perfectly still when out of the bag, although the squeak seems a little too much. That whole situation made himself feel ... naked. Everything was cold even miss Irene's hand, even though it was the warmest. Maybe the cameras weren't focused on the three of us. He didn't think there was another 'doll' that looked like him. I mean humans make custom dolls if they had the skill to and most have the creative imagination for that skill. Most. What happened was done with and it was something that Tokomon could bear a grudge on. The child had a somewhat innocent question and she had to answer. As well as proof that she wasn't lying ... or rather 'lying' Would it be a actual lie or a white lie? ... lie, anything that strays from the truth is a lie. No matter how small or big. In this case however, I guess it wasn't so bad. I think.

[trevor]

Trevor couldn't help but to let his lips twitch every so often as he blinked his green eyes pointedly at her bag. If there was some sort of creature or rodent, she could get into some big trouble if he told the authorities in this stupid mall. He didn't like how polite he was being right now, it really just wasn't his style, Trevor was usually blunt and rude, and didn't think anyone was to his level. He still was kind of all those things, but not to the extent he usually was. She reached in, rather calmly, making Trevor feel a little irritated. She wasn't flustered at all, couldf it really have been a part of her imagination?
That was when.
The ugliest creature was pulled out.
Trevor had ever seen.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT THING?!
His usually dull expression turned into a slight look of disgust, and he drew back from her and the...what ever it was. It was pink, fat, had a strange curved mouth, beady black eyes, and how could he over look the stubby legs, and weird antennae coming from it's...head...thing. He almost mistook it for a living creature, but he was pretty sure he had never seen or heard of a pet that looked so disgusting. Not even the fattest of swine could compare to this thing, in Trevor's mind. Either because he thought that was the truth, or the fact that he had never seen a real life big. Only on the TVs and well, they all are surprisingly thin on those magic picture boxes.

"It's only a doll ... " Irene had said, making him relax a little, though he wondered why she kept that creature around. If someone gave him that thing, he would give it back, and demand that they give him something better. Unless...she actually liked it. How could that be possible though? "See? It squeaks." surely enough she pushed on it, and it let out a squeaking sound. Trevor's eyes narrowed a little, obviously skeptical, but he kept quiet, observing the ugly thing. Could she be lying to him? That was likely, everyone lied to him, he couldn't trust anyone's words. There were all just trying to avoid him wanting their, what ever it was, or they just didn't want him to know anything about them, so he couldn't use it against them. Fools. He would find something out, one way or another.

But,he had to rethink his suspicions, there was no way that thing was real. He would know about an animal like that. It would be in one of the books he read if there were creatures like that. Though, he had to wonder, who on earth came up with this doll's design. They must have been some batty old lady, who had such blind gray eyes they couldn't even see how the doll could possibly be NOT cute, or desirable. Now, he knew how undesirable it was to him, but he had to wonder, why...did she want it? And should he be polite, and tell her it was cute, or tell the truth. The truth of course. Trevor was no liar.

When this golden haired lady asked him where he wanted to eat, Trevor looked around. To be honest, he'd never been inside a "mall" before. He wouldn't even know where to eat. He kept his cool, avoiding he appearance of looking confused, and more like he was considering his options. "You can have anything you like, if you wish. Well, food wise. I can't really give you this doll. Since it looks like you already have one. He looked down at the doll and frowned, a snide remark spouting out of his mouth before he could stop himself "Now, why would anyone want that horrendous thing?" he asked, glaring at Irene now, green eyes now holding the expression of accusation, as if she were a criminal for having something so unappealing to his precious all important eyes. "It's not like it's of any worth, is it?" he stared up at her, never looking away, as though he were fully justified for insulting the poor "doll". " As for food, I don't care, I'm just hungry, take us somewhere." No words of please or thank you, he just demanded it of her. He never really did think he was being rude, he thought everyone should just give him what he wanted regardless.

[zephy]

First thing she noticed was the sense of disgust on Trevor's face. That face, why that face? She thought to herself. She kept a calm straight face the whole time. Her partner wasn't that ugly, he was adorable. Tokomon is little a little pink rodent, a very pink lovable rodent looking creature. It wasn't like she showed a sea pig. Now those things are what nightmares are made out of. The thought of holding those things gave a chill down her spine. But really, she loved her partner and she know he loved her back. More or less it was a sibling bond to one another. "Now, why would anyone want that horrendous thing?" That very statement pierced a thorn in heart heart, but she didn't show it. She wasn't going to yell at this kid for having a different opinion. Then again, this boy obviously didn't know what cute was.

Tokomon on the other hand didn't know either to be enraged or to cry. He felt insulted by the kid, he had every right to be. Horrendous? That foul word to describe this little creature?! Why I never! Tokomon thought. He looked down at his pudgy little feet and frowned. If he had the chance to, he would bite his ankle or something. Maybe if it were less public or maybe in the Digital World, but by golly he was not ugly. If he were ugly then Irene would have disowned him, heaven forbid. Now, now, don't get your ears in a bunch. He's only a kid. A very rude snot nosed bratty kid in the least. I wonder though, if he were to get a digimon partner ... would he be that cruel to the poor soul who would get stuck with him? Now it was only a thought, but who know if Trevor would.

"It was a gift ... It may not be a pleasant looking one, but it was the thought that counts." after her statement she huffed a sigh. It wasn't a disappointed sigh or an egotistic one. She sighed only because she didn't know where to take the fellow. It would have been helpful if he was specific. She looked around, there were a few candy shops. That would be food that would be junk. She didn't think he would want junk for food. Now the chocolate covered marshmallows were tempting to Irene, but this was no time to be selfish. Fast food? ... no. She didn't want to serve him heart attack in a bun, that's worse than candy. Well, it is a mall after all. It wasn't like there was going to be an Italian restaurant here. Her eyes fixed on all of the department stores and people.

"I hope you don't mind fast food. Unless you have somewhere else in mind. Personally I don't eat it but others your age do. But it is ... so gross." She had a sour look but it wasn't directed to the boy. It was directed to the mall itself. "You know what never mind." For a minute you could see a faint green hue on her face because of the thought of fast food. She didn't mind pizza or french fries. But the whole concept of big meals and overly greasy foods made her stomach turned. She looked around some more to only find a few toy shops, books stores, vending machines, fast food joints. Finally she spotted a small shop with pastries. It seems like a better place to but food. Irene took a couple steps towards the shop and looked at her ... acquaintance, waiting for him to walk with.

[trevor]

He glared demandingly at Irene, as though it were HER job to make him happy, and she was doing a terrible job at it so far. Well, everyone seemed to fail this job. Even if that creature was a gift as she stated, they must have really hated her or something. Poor soul, thought that they gave it to her because they cared, no, it was probably because they found it matched her in one way or another. She was so oblivious, Trevor almost wanted to laugh, though Trevor rarely ever laughed or liked to laugh, so he didn't. Well, of course he was right, he was right even though he didn't know the first thing about Irene. He was right, so certain he was right about this stuffed thing, that he didn't realize how wrong he really was. She didn't appear to be offended by what he said, making his cold eyes harden and grow even colder.What was with this girl? This was certainly why he took a liking to tormenting human beings younger than he, or the same age. They were much more emotional. It seemed to some grown ups, his opinion no matter how rude, or correct it was, didn't matter.

The dark brown haired boy touched at his stomach, he was hungry. Why were they not there yet!? What was taking Irene so long? Was she really that stupid that she didn't know where to feed him? Again he loosened his grip on the doll, and it was just dangled there, waiting to fall to the ground and escape the evil little boy's grasp, just waiting. However loose he was gripping the doll however, Trevor was not willing to let it go until he could find a suitable way to dispose of it. At first he thought the trash can would do, but no, he would wait to go home and burn it. It wasn't like Grandmother would even notice he was playing with fire, she was more blind and deaf than Helen Keller. Which was saying something, because she really isn't either.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by her terrible voice again, making his lip curl slightly. What did she want? Why was she still talking, didn't he just tell her to find him somewhere to eat? She started to speak of "Fast Food" at first, he didn't understand WHY she was even bringing this up. He just stared at her with a forced in pain expression, as if she were the dumbest creature he had ever laid eyes on. WHY even bring up fast food, if it's "So gross"? Did she assume he was so low as to enjoy a meal made of crap? Certainly she didn't think he was a typical child his age? No, Trevor was better than any child or any adult for that matter, he wouldn't eat Fast food of all things. He was about to snap his head back at her to retort something sarcastic, but found she was walking away. "Hey," he called after, following "Wait up," he didn't want to move fast, if they were going to move at all, it would be at his own pace. Not hers. "What's taking so long?" he demanded irritably, and then he looked back the bag for a moment that Irene carried "And, What do you even call that creature in you're bag? Are we going to eat fast food, I promise you I wont eat it, I wont" Trevor shook his head. Now he was just being a scatter-brained idiot.

[zephy]

Tokomon looked up slightly but didn't poke is head out of the bag. He was listening in on the utterly rude urchin that was with his Irene. I suppose we have one thing in common. And only ... one thing. This digimon didn't fancy fast food either, the last time he ate something from a drive thru he couldn't move for a while from the stomach pains. He shuddere for a moment before thinking again. That was a horrible, horrible day. If Irene is taking us to a fast food facility I WILL not eat. I would rather starve. The little digimon frowned then cuddled into the bag softly. His stomach growled once more only this time it was softer. Tokomon's frown became more obvious then tears grew from the hunger. Oh, drats! Why am I crying?! There's nothing wrong! All I wanted was food! All this emptiness inside an-and that terrible child is giving me a headache! Even more tears swelled, a mini toddler tantrum was building up. The most frustrating part was the fact Tokomon couldn't just let it out in public. He tried not to let out a whimper, he was successful but the next time he might not hold it in.

Meanwhile Irene looked at Trevor and let out a tiny giggle at him. She wasn't sure why, maybe because Irene was a sick and twisted girl? No, it was his questions. For some reason she thought it was cute asking about something then asking another about a different topic. It didn't makes sense, not even to her. She was just being a little silly and awkward. "I'll have you know I don't call 'that creature' anything. It's just a doll." Once she was in front of the small shop, Irene looked at the boy and asked, "Now what do you want?[/color]" Personally she wanted a scone with pecans covered in maple frosting. This young lady had a strong sweet tooth that was itching for something that good. She noticed her partner in the bag shedding a few tears, her heart sank. If she could she would take him out of the bag and cuddle him, whipping the tears out of his eyes and apologize for neglecting to feed him earlier.

She couldn't help but feel it was her fault. Although she herself didn't eat, but none the less. A small creature such as Tokomon would starve easily. Irene checked into her bag to find her wallet. Her hand brushed the side of Tokomon's side then her soft hand felt down his back a couple of times. She tried making it look like she was looking for something else, with a shrug her hand pulled away from the bag. It was the most she could do to calm him down, wasn't much but Tokomon was feeling a little better.

[trevor]

When Irene giggled, Trevor blinked, his demanding expression suddenly turning into one of shock for a few moments, but then into a straight face. On the inside, Trevor's mind was working yet again to figure out this strange foolish girl. She didn't make any sense to him, every time he thought he had her figured out, she changed somehow, or she never reacted how he thought she would. She was too calm for him, he didn't like how he couldn't seem to hurt her feelings, or make her angry. He would rather have any reaction than how she was right now, despite how calm Trevor looked on the outside, he was furious, and confused on the inside. Another thing came to mind as he followed after Irene through the mall, why DID she giggle like that? What was that he said, amusing to her? He hadn't said anything to be taken lightly or as a joke, they were all serious questions. Well, what ever, it was obvious she was too small brained to realize he wasn't at all joki-...but that was the frustrating part, she WASN'T stupid, and he knew it! Granted the ten year old boy would NEVER admit to her being smart out loud, it bothered him even admitting it in his head.

"I'll have you know I don't call 'that creature' anything. It's just a doll."
His thoughts were interupted again by her, and he blinked his green eyes up at Irene for a moment, for a moment he didn't understand what she was saying, and he was staring at her as though she were an alien creature speaking a different language. Then it hit him that she was answering his question. "Oh," he replied quietly. Didn't girls usually like growing attached to things and giving them names? Oh yes, he forgot, she hardly was a girl or human for that matter to begin with. He followed, surpsisingly in silence now, staring ahead with a blank expression, and trying not to over think things again. He couldn't help it, he was blessed with such an amazing brain, that was so thirsty for information, he was cursed to always think, and always pull things a part till he finds the source. It was a curse, but of course, he was smart enough to use it as a blessing as well.

Sure enough, they came to a stop at a store, much to Trevors relief, it did not look fast food at all. Hmph. Well that was smart of her, she made the best decision, and didn't waste her money by taking him to a place where he refused to eat. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling all the rather...admittedly good smelling food around him. It was all sweet...he rather did enjoy sweets, especially pastries. Hopefully, these tasted as good as they smelled. "Hmph," Trevor replied to her question, trying to act as if he didn't care for where she had taken him in the first place. "I want a Danish. Apple Flavored," he nodded to her, and was silent again, for a moment, looking around, then asking "Do you think it's unhealthy to always want to know what others are thinking? Constantly? To the point of obsession?" his green eyes landed on her, staring, waiting for an answer.

[zephy]

When the little boys question was spoken, all Irene did was ponder. Surely he wasn't serious, was he? Curiosity was a marvelous thing, then again sophrosyne played a role in every day life and queries. Irene herself believes in moderation. At first she didn't answer her reply. Only because she was ordering the food. She looked down slightly and spoke, "Sorry for the delay, but I would have to say, there is always too much or too little of something." Irene paused as she pondered a little, "myself personally don't mind too many questions, yours personally are intriguing.[/b]"

The young blonde lady walked to the nearest place to sit after paying and receiving their food. She offered a seat for Trevor next to hers. Irene kept her purse close when she sat. It was resting between her small feet under the table. From afar a little girl was walking aimlessly and looked lost. Well, I'm sure she'll find her way ... She was wrong, the little girl became upset and a frown grew across Irene's face. never mind ... With a sigh Irene got up from her seat taking her bag with her. She tried her best to calm the small and rather frail girl. Soon security came and handled the rest. Irene smiled faintly then came back to her seat.

After she took a bite of her scone, she handed Trevor his Danish. If she had a thank you or not she didn't mind, she had an idea of what Trevor was. It was only a matter of time when his parent or guardian found him.

Meanwhile a small line of drool seeped out of Tokomon's mouth. He stared at both Irene's scone and Trevor's danish. His partner had an extra scone for him, all this excitement built up slowly. With her free hand Irene took the other scone and gently settled it in her bag. The sense of bliss filled the small creature and took a few nibbles at it. He didn't realized he ate a little bit of the wrapper, but he didn't care he had food.