A Trip Through Public Transit [Closed]

[cade]

Taking the subway was not something Cade did often, however on occasion circumstances made it his only choice for a means of transportation.

The reason behind this little trip was that his car had recently broke down, and was in the shop to be repaired; there was no way he'd be doing this by choice. There were far too many people on the subways for his liking, and the people were always unfamiliar and unpredictable. That was what bothered him so much about being out in public, he had no idea what other people were really thinking or what they wanted. Not that Cade really cared what other people wanted unless he knew them but still it was just another element that made social situations all the more stressful, or at the very least a little awkward.

Regardless of how he felt about where he was or who was around him, he knew that this was necessary to get back home... Besides he could just ignore everyone. The twenty-four year old thought he could do that well enough, however there was a difference in his situation today; there was a little digital monster in his sweatshirt pocket. This made everything a little more of a risk since his partner didn't seem to like staying quiet, even when she should quite obviously remain silent. DemiVeemon unfortunately seemed to love to talk, even when she was in danger of being heard or seen; in fact that seemed to be her favorite time to speak up.

"Tubby let me outtt!" A small voice pleaded from his pocket, making Cade sort of panic a little on the inside and fold his arms over his stomach where the pocket was located. The young man looked around a little to ensure his partner hadn't been heard, giving a little sigh of relief as he realized as far as he could tell no one had heard the little stowaway's voice. After a moment or so he took his arms away to let them go back to his sides, still looking around a little bit as he did so. "You have to be quiet... Someone might hear you." He said to the digimon in a quiet voice, his tone sounding a little like he was scolding her... But mostly he just sounded a little alarmed by the idea.

DemiVeemon was not deterred from making noise at all by this, giving a sort of dramatic sigh as she wiggled a little in Cade's pocket. This looked rather odd to the young man so he had to figure it would look just as weird to anyone else, so he quickly went and covered the area with his arms again as he desperately hoped that no one had seen. "You can't move either." He muttered to her, keeping his arms over the spot as he felt the little digimon squirm again despite what he had just said. He was kind of starting to regret not leaving the little dragon at home with how much trouble she could potentially cause, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

"But it's cramped in here! Your stomach's taking up all the room!" The digimon argued in a quieter voice, making Cade give a faint sigh and look around a little to make sure no one had heard that either. He took a few moments to respond, keeping his arms folded over the pocket as he tried to put together a response that would make DemiVeemon be quiet for the rest of the ride... Even though he knew that was impossible. "My stomach isn't taking up any of the room, it's just the pocket isn't that big." He muttered to the in training, refraining from adding in that his pocket wasn't made to transport little talking monsters. All he got in response was a little grumble about how her cage back at the A.I.R camp had been bigger, making him shake his head a little and look towards the floor.

This was going to be a long trip.

[lyn]

<sup>Oh boy was her wallet hurting. At the moment, Rosalyn could not bring herself to care much. That would have to wait for when she had sobered up. For now she was happily high and uncaring of the fact that she had definitely purchased way too many snacks than what she should have been able to afford for that week. So one bag thumping against her thigh, a frosted donut hanging from her mouth, and a soda in her other hand, she was feeling pretty good. For now. She swayed as she heard the train making its way down the tunne. She had to back off pretty quickly and press herself against the wall when it came out and into the station. For a moment there she had been completely convinced that it was about to run her right the hell over.

She burst into relieved giggles when the train decided to spare her. Spare her from being run over, that is. It was unmerciful as it screetched to a halt. Literall screetched, that was a horribly painful and loud noice it just made, causing the woman to squeeze her eyes shut tight and wince. She almost dropped her donut too as she bit down on it. She managed to catch it on her arm, but shook up her soda some in the process. She slid it and her soda into the bag and swapped hands as she made her way to the opening doors. It was fun time!

Weeee!!

As she stepped into the train, she grabbed onto the pole next to the door that was attached to the clear plastic like a little window for those who wanted to see people coming into the train. She swung widely around as she gripped the pole, somehow not hitting anybody as she did so. She ended her loop around the pole with a harsh flop agains the chair on the other side of the plastic. A perfect goal! Now that the ride was over it was time to dig her poor, defenseless donut back out of the bag.

Luckily nobody had been sitting there, because Rosalyn would have not had the mind enough to stop herself and would have happilly plopped right down on their lap. There was, however, someone sitting next to her. It took her a moment to realize this and, donut halfway stuffed into her mouth and soda halfway fished out of her bag, she stared at him for a moment. She blinked.

Ye gods she wanted to hug him so bad all of the sudden.

"Hello!" she grinned wide, accidentally dropping her donut onto her lap as she spoke.</sup>

[Emerson Jenner]

Drunk. He was finally, gloriously drunk. He'd left Tsukaimon back in his apartment and had gone to the bar, which he hadn't been able to do in goodness knows how long. But now, at last, he was drunk. The world was hazy in a rosy, contented way and he was even hazier--but none of it seemed to really matter, because he was warm in the embrace of alcohol! Wine, to be specific. That rosy liquid was a sinkhole in both his personality and wallet, but (again) none of it mattered! He was content.

And now he had to somehow find his way home in this state. Not that it was a bad state, no, it was a wonderful state and a state Jenner wanted to spend much more time in.. but that wonderful state did make it a little bit harder to do things. But that was no problem--after all there was no problem alcohol couldn't fix. And if there was, then well it had better be a raging nuclear war, because alcohol could fix anything. Apparently, nuclear wars were in a category all their own.

So when the bar finally kicked him out and he was left stranded in the chilly streets, he was forced to wander down into the dingy subway full of dingy people and dingier architecture. Public transportation was a nuisance, but seeing as he was by no definition fit to drive (even he knew that) it was a necessary evil. At least it wouldn't be too crowded, or it shouldn't be anyway.. or should it? The wine made it hard to tell. But he wasn't exactly whining (ha, ha) about it because that very substance which should by all logic be illegal was helping ease the stress and worries of the day, and the previous day, and the previous...

He was snapped back to reality by the doors of the subway car beginning to close in front of him. Crap! He vaguely wondered why he didn't remember the journey to the subway station but then decided he didn't care, focusing on slipping into the car as the doors slid shut. Close one! He congratulated himself and would have continued to stand there if the world hadn't suddenly shifted. Either the train had started moving or there was something seriously wrong with his inner ears, but either way he had to find a seat--and fast.

He plopped down next to an adorable, huggable young man, effectively trapping him in his seat as there was some woman on the other side. He brought with him the heady, nearly suffocating smell of wine (hey, at least it wasn't that disgusting ashtray smell) but didn't especially notice, seeing as he'd been breathing the scent all night.

"Hello!"

The voice was coming from the woman and, though ordinarily Jenner would have bristled with annoyance, today (oh, glorious day of drunkenness!) he simply replied. "..hi." Could've been better, but then again it could've been worse. There was something familiar about the woman's voice, though...

[cade]

Cade nearly jumped out of his damn skin as Rosalyn suddenly sat down next to him, not knowing why he was suddenly so jumpy... No, that was a lie. He knew exactly why; there was a tiny talking dragon in his pocket, and nothing he could ever say would pass as a plausible explanation. Maybe if DemiVeemon looked like a dog or a bird or something it would be possible to pull off... No no that was ridiculous, nothing like that could talk this fluently, at least not to his knowledge. The young man knew he was absolutely screwed if the loud-mouthed in training decided to speak up like she often did, and that served to cause him a bit of stress considering the fact someone was now sitting right next to him which made it more likely she'd be heard.

Why... Why did his car have to break down!?

Okay... Okay he really needed to calm down, freaking out would not do him any good and would just make him seem weird to anyone who happened to notice what was going on with him. So instead Cade just decided to hope to God or whatever sentient thing might or might be watching over this that DemiVeemon would not talk, that he would get out of this unscathed and without everyone on the subway tram finding out he had a digimon. The chances of this seemed so low though that he nearly started to panic again, but then he decided to calm down again, reminding himself that it would do him absolutely no good at all. It wasn't like he was carrying anything illegal like drugs just... Something he really could not explain to anyone at all.

Speaking of illegal drugs... The girl next to him sort of smelled like them, marijuana to be exact; he recognized the smell from school unfortunately.

However she seemed friendly enough and he saw no reason not to talk to her, especially since she had greeted him and everything. From a medical standpoint of course he had to repress a cringe at the harm smoking such a thing would have on her lungs, but he was not in any position to give her a lecture; after all he didn't know her and it was a little odd to give strangers lectures on their health. Cade also had to figure that she wouldn't appreciate... Or understand said lecture. Whether she'd understand it or not was a moot point though anyway, since he had already forced down the urge to speak a word about it to the woman. Instead he offered a friendly smile, going ahead and giving a "Hey" in greeting.

His calm composure nearly cracked like a windshield would after being hit by a rock though as Jenner sat down, his immediate thought being there were now two people to hear DemiVeemon if she chose to speak.

Followed directly by the thought 'God. why me?!' as he caught the scent of alcohol on the man.

If there was a smell that Cade absolutely hated it was this one; he had absolutely no idea what it was about the smell that made him hate it so much, all he knew was that it stung his nostrils and made him feel sick. He gave a kinda shaken exhale while Jenner was busy exchanging salutations with Rosalyn, trying to repress any feelings of nausea he was having... And they weren't just from the heavy smell of wine either. This was indeed a very frustrating situation, and he was literally just waiting for everything to come crashing down when DemiVeemon would eventually and inevitably speak up. It would have to happen because he couldn't see it not happening honestly, with his poor luck and everything he knew that it would happen.

Once again 'God, why me?'.

No matter how bad he believed his luck to be though he figured he would at least try to deal with the situation as best as he could, at least until everything went absolutely terrible that is. However it was at this point... He realized he had seen Jenner before, making him blink in surprise and look at the light haired man a moment before getting himself to speak. "Uh... Jenner?" He asked with a sense of uncertainty, as if Cade wasn't sure it was him or not... Though he was pretty sure it was him. He was good with remembering faces, appearances, names... Hell he remembered everything.

He found it odd that it wasn't too weird for him to see Jenner drunk, like it had been something easy to imagine from the start.

[lyn]

<sup>Oh man oh man, the guy just looked so darn cute!! Rosalyn ended up jerked to the side slightly as the train started moving again, and did not mind when she ended up bumping against the other man. She still grabbed at the nearby pole, though. Had she not, she might have ended up more than just leaning against him some. For all she knew, she could have found herself thrown onto his lap! Or worse, all the way across the train! Oh no wait, that was just her imagination.

She blinked. Oh man, that guy had cool hair! He had plopped himself right down next to the other guy. Did they know each other? Is that why he sat right down next to him like that? That would be cool, it would be like some sort of reunion or something. Among these thoughts, none of them decided to politely point out that she herself had done the exact same thing. Then again, it would have been politely hushed when the middle guy seemed to show recognition of the other man.

Speaking of him, he had just said hi to her! At least she thought he did. Well anyway, she started frantically grinning and waving her hand at him. Actually she waved her fist. The fist that was holding her bottled soda. The bottled soda that was now going to be incredibly fizzy the moment she decided to open it, if she were to do so soon.

"Ah..." she glanced down at her lap. How the hell did that delicious treat end up there? She started to reach with one hand, remembered that there was a bottle in it, then tentatively let go of the pole so she could use her other. She held it up and nibbled on it, sugary deliciousness gracing her tongue with its presence.

"Want one?" she mumbled around the donut. She found herself feeling a little piggish while she ate in front of them. Most of her did not care, but enough of her did that she found herself offering regardless. "I have... uh..... I have more few. They be good!" It was at that point that she realized she could not remember what other kinds of donuts she had retrieved, let alone how many.</sup>

[Emerson Jenner]

Boring ride, boring subway, he barely remembered the name of his stop and was probably going to miss it... waaait a second, that was weird. Somebody had said his name. Somebody on the subway, a place where you weren't supposed to meet anyone you knew. Especially not at night. Especially not when you were drunk. And especially not when you worked in a corrupt section of government and pretty much everyone you knew had an influence on whether or not you got to keep your job.

A muted stab of panic fluttered through his gut and he slowly turned to face the voice that was possibly about to fire him. He was surprised and relieved to find that he didn't recognize the young man at all! Well, other from the fact that it was the same huggable guy he'd sat next to a minute earlier. But if that was true, how could Mister Squishy he know Jenner's name? The drunk stared at Cade's face, confusion clear in his gaze, until a few moments later it finally clicked. This was that kid, the Hollow One from the wet forest place!

The kid's real name escaped his drunken grasp, but that didn't matter. All that did matter was that this boy had absolutely no influence on his job, oh happy day! "aahhhh..... I... forget your name. C... Catherine? oh wait that's a girl's name heh.. Caaayyyy..... something. Hi." A sheepish grin crept onto Jenner's flushed face; he felt vaguely embarrassed about not being able to recall Fluffy's name. Fluffy would do, for now. What the hell was he even thinking, how many drinks had he drunk?

Jenner leaned over to get a good look at the woman, eyeing the donut she held. She apparently had more... but hmm, would eating something really be a good idea at the moment, when it was likely to just come right back up in a matter of hours anyway? It was sort of a waste... then again, did he really care? Donuts were delicious. "Ah... I'll.. have one? Please?" Please? Please? That was the nicest he'd been to a female in years. He nearly corrected himself, but then just decided not to bother. In fact, he even laughed a bit. Why such a thing would be funny to him, the world may never know.

[cade]

As Rosalyn leaned against him due to the sudden lurch the train caused as it began to move he felt a spike of panic, not because of some sense of nervousness stemming from the fact she was girl but once again because of the digimon in his pocket. Why he had even brought her out of the house today was a mystery to him, given how much of a risk it was and how unsafe of an action it was... But despite how nonsensical it was he'd still gone ahead and brought her out of the house. Cade refrained from sighing or anything over his poor decision and reminded himself there was no point in regretting it now, as it had already been done and there would be no changing that. He couldn't go back in time and retract his decision or tell his past self not to or anything... He was stuck with a little talking dragon in his pocket, on the subway, between a high stranger and a drunk familiar.

...Wait a minute what the hell was he so worried about?

Oh, right, the other people on the subway who weren't under the influence of a controlled substance.

Cade didn't know if anyone was really close enough to hear anything going on with them though anyway, or anyone who even really cared... It was the subway, of course no one cared. Even so he couldn't help but feel nervous about the one person who might not follow the expected stereotype and notice DemiVeemon the moment she decided to say something, as with the young man's luck he was quite sure that would happen to him. Maybe his luck wasn't entirely that bad though and that would not happen, but he always had to at the very least consider that the worst could happen so that he could be prepared for it and deal with it if things went sour; the only drawback was how did you deal with a total stranger finding out you had a tiny creature from another plane of existence and no real way to get them to stay quiet about it? He could always eat them maybe but that would require murder and murder was a rather illegal and messy business... Not to mention that he didn't want to kill anyone and anonymous murder was impossible to carry out in a subway car with so many witnesses.

"aahhhh..... I... forget your name. C... Catherine? oh wait that's a girl's name heh.. Caaayyyy..... something. Hi."

Oh, oops... That whole time Jenner had been staring at him and trying to remember who he was, Cade had been busy mapping out the pros and cons of public murder. He had probably looked so serious the whole time as well, much like his expression had been for a majority of the encounter in Misty Trees; that was odd, seeing as how the young man really did not consider himself that serious of a person when it came down to it. The other's voice managed to snap him out of it though and he came back to the social situation at hand, his expression relaxing as a humored smile came onto it in reaction to Jenner's drunken name speculations. "Well you got half of it right. My name's Cade." He told the light haired man, figuring that this would serve as an introduction towards Rosalyn as well as long as she had heard it... Though in all honesty he couldn't really see either of them remembering names too well at the moment anyway.

That seemed like such a terrible assumption to make somehow though, even if it was most likely true... But at the same time, it just seemed almost to him like he was thinking himself more superior just because his cognitive functions were probably better than theirs at the moment and he didn't particularly like that. It made him feel bad somehow, so he just shoved his prior judgement away and decided to wait and see what they would do with the new information that was his name; retain it or forget it. Cade didn't really mind either way, they could give him a nickname for the ride for all he cared... As long as it didn't apply to him being chubby or anything like DemiVeemon's did. He didn't like being called 'Tubby', no one would, but his digimon didn't seem to be doing it to make fun of him; he didn't know why she called him that, but he couldn't seem to get her to stop anyway.

^{"Want one? I have... uh..... I have more few. They be good!"}

Cade felt some embarrassment shoot through him as his stomach rumbled upon looking at the donut, his arms going over it in an automatic action driven by self consciousness. He could almost hear DemiVeemon's held back statement in his head: 'You can't restrain yourself at all can you? You see food and you need it, right Tubby?' would be what she would have said if she wasn't actually complying with his earlier request she be quiet. He definitely wanted one but he felt like he shouldn't even though she had offered, looking at the floor a moment as he fought himself over whether or not to accept... Why was it such a hard decision? Maybe it was because of his earlier thought on what DemiVeemon would say, but then again why exactly did what she might have said matter to him? She hadn't said it and she wasn't his mother.

Despite this however he only felt comfortable with asking for one after Jenner had, as if somehow that made it alright since that way all three of them would be eating something. Really Cade didn't pause to focus on that so much since he didn't exactly want to, just sort of nodding a little in response to Rosalyn's offer. "Well, if you really don't mind... I'd like one." He said this with a sense of uncertainty, as if part of him thought that maybe the girl wouldn't give him one for some reason, though he really didn't know what on earth that reason could be. He supposed it was just him being paranoid or self conscious, more so the latter than the former.

Meanwhile DemiVeemon just stayed quiet in his pocket, a sort of look on her face as if she was imagining she was pointedly looking at Cade's face like she was saying 'You don't need that donut'.

[lyn]

<sup>She giggled. Catherine? That was hilarious! That is a girl's name, not a name for a guy! Right? Wait it could be a name for a girl. Sometimes guy names were for girls. Ones that she had not suspected this would be the case to! She would have to look this up later. No doubt, however, the girl would forget by the time she had the chance to look this up. This would start a long cycle of remembering at moments she cannot look this up and forgetting by the time she can. The level of importance to her will increase how long she forgets as well and how long it takes for her to ever find this out. Possibly four months from now she will finally remember at a convenient time and actually look it up and put the mild curiosity at the back of her mind to rest.

Rosalyn grinned wide, so happy. They actually wanted some of her donuts! Why did this make her feel so very pleased? A corner of her mind at this point wished that at least she had cooked these herself before she passed them out to others, then she would really be even more pleased. She had a fondness for sharing food. If she could she would be a chef. The only problem was, she was not all that good at cooking. Not only that, but she could not afford it. Not to get all the fancy required ingredients for amazing meals, and not to be able to stuff other peoples' faces full of it. Oh well, this was close enough. And she was high enough to be able to ignore that she was being careless.

The woman ended up giggling when Jenner had. She had no clue at all why he was laughing, but laughter was so damn contagious! Laughter meant happy. He must have been happy! He laughed right after he accepted the offer for delicious. So maybe it was her fault he was happy! Yay!

Fingers dug into the bag and she wrapped them daintily around a napkin, plucking out a donut too fast and nearly breaking it in half on accident when she passed it over to Jenner. She let out a soft apologetic noise when she noticed part of it was squished, but luckily it was not one of those that had junk in it that would have made a huge mess. No, one of those was crammed near the bottom, a surprise mess for her to clean up later. She repeated the process, passing another one over to Cade about just as successfully. She peered in the bag after this to selfishly be sure she still had any to snack on later.

She slumped back, head flopping backwards against the subway window. It ended up resting in the crook of the plastic after a moment, allowing it to stop shifting rapidly. She hummed softly, smiling, then jerked upright when she realized she had no idea where she was for a moment there.

"SO TOWARD BUT FOR WHEN!" she blurted quickly, not putting any thought whatsoever in her speech and it showing pretty well. She then proceeded to cover her face and try not to giggle too loudly. She was embarrassed but that was funny as hell.</sup>

[Emerson Jenner]

He barely even noticed the partial squishiness of the glazed, sprinkly treat. He gave a nod of thanks to Rosalyn before taking a small bite of the donut. He almost gasped--the pure deliciousness! Sugary dough invaded his mouth and graced his taste buds with its presence, and though he knew it'd definitely all be coming back up in an hour he reveled in it nontheless.

After all, what else was alcohol good for if not reveling? He recalled the halcyon days of his youth, oh the parties he'd been to, oh the less-than-excellent-quality wine! Nobody stocked wine, it was always kegs of beer. Who in their right mind would want to ingest rotten wheat, anyway? Wine was better, wine was like... raisin milk. Or something.

He finished chewing and, though admittedly with some degree of difficulty, swallowing the treat, leaning back against the seat in sugared bliss. Wait. Waaait, that wasn't back--it was sideways! And if he was leaning sideways, then... then he was leaning against the Cade kid. He felt vaguely embarrassed for a moment before deciding to screw it and just revel in the comfy squishiness of Cade's shoulder. It stuck him that he might try to make some sort of excuse, and he managed a lame "Scuse meee." Not proper decorum, not proper decorum at all.

But who cared about proper decorum anymore? Especially not while drunk. Nobody, that's who! He took another bite of the donut and sighed, nearly exhaling chunks of the confection but stopping himself just in time. He giggled once he swallowed, thinking himself something of a hero. He was a superhuman.. human, managing not to spray donut everywhere! Statues would be built in his honor, plaques engraved with his deeds and parks named for him. He was awesome!

[cade]

For some reason he actually felt surprised that Rosalyn was actually giving him a donut, taking it almost cautiously from her with a quiet 'thank you' before looking it over a bit for whatever reason. He noted that it was a little squished but he really didn't care, it's not like it would have stayed perfect once he ate it anyway. It took him a moment to get up the will to do so for whatever reason before he actually took a bite of it, realizing at this point why he was feeling so hungry; it was pretty late now, and he probably hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning. Probably? ... No, definitely. The only thing Cade had eaten today was a bagel at about 9:30 this morning, as there had been too much to do today at the crematorium for him to even take a lunch break... A sad day in his life, but one that was fortunately not a very frequent occurrence.

So DemiVeemon could think he didn't need this all she wanted but he was hungry, so in his mind he did need it... Even if this wasn't the healthiest thing out there. He'd just be eating instant ramen when he got home though and it wasn't like that was very healthy either; suffice to say Cade's diet would probably concern most doctors. He really wasn't one to worry about that though so he could pretty much eat anything he wanted nearly guilt free, only nearly because somewhere in the back of his mind all that medical education screamed at him what he was doing to himself with all the junk that he ingested on a daily basis. Like right now it was telling him what was in the donut, why it was bad for him, why he shouldn't be eating it and all that good stuff... But like usual he didn't pay it any mind and just kept eating away at the treat in his hand.

^{"SO TOWARD BUT FOR WHEN!"}

Cade froze up at the yell the girl beside him gave, blinking and then once he got over the initial feeling of being startled by her voice he looked over at her with a perplexed expression on his face. "Uh... Sorry but what did you say?" He felt like a jerk kind of for asking when he had clearly heard the words that came out of her mouth, but understanding said words was another beast to tame entirely; to his credit he'd gotten everything she said until now though. He took a moment to try and figure it out though after he spoke though, compiling what it might be and what it definitely wasn't into two neat piles in his head as he tried to correct what he considered his earlier mistake of not comprehending her yelled statement. He felt he was rather close to an answer when he suddenly felt a weight against his shoulder and the smell of wine got closer, his thoughts just blown away like sand in the wind.

"Scuse meee."

Well today definitely wasn't a good day for his personal space was it? Or his nose for that matter... He hoped this donut would be wasted because he couldn't hold his stomach contents down because of the smell Jenner gave off, giving a kind of shaken exhale as he tried to collect himself. He found it odd that he could stand the smell of dead bodies burning and the chemicals the bodies often contained just fine like it wasn't even there, yet the just the mere scent of alcohol had more than once sent him to a bathroom. There was a good reason Cade never drank and this was it, because if the smell alone did this to him then he'd hate to think what actually ingesting it would do to him... And of course there was the damage it would do to his liver and kidneys, alone with any potential damage to his brain cells. There were times where he actually became a slave of sorts to that medical knowledge, and this was one of those times.

It was actually hard to suppress a cringe as his thoughts went to the damage Jenner's body would probably sustain from this, but it was a little hard for him to estimate since he didn't exactly know how much the man had drank; 'a lot' really wasn't a measurement he could in good conscience go by. All those thoughts aside though he managed to kick up something of a tolerance for the smell as he really didn't want to throw up, especially not on a subway in front of a bunch of people and all of that. It wasn't that he really cared about appearances too much but still vomiting in public just didn't seem like a good idea... And thus his thoughts went back to the light haired man that was using him like a makeshift pillow. What if he threw up? That would be hard to handle in a lot of ways, since... Well he was thinking an awful lot about hurling for someone who didn't want to wasn't he? He gave a little sigh for whatever reason and just tried to relax, trying to stop the never ending chain of speculations and thoughts in his head.

The young man's eyes drifted to his sweatshirt pocket after a moment though and thus the object of all his current stress and frustrations, wondering just how long DemiVeemon would stay quiet. Unbeknownst to him the digimon was more or less thinking the same thing, having caught the terrible smell of wine that came off Jenner in waves and was currently trying to defend herself against it by pressing her face into the fabric she was hiding in. The in training wondered why Cade wouldn't just move if he was so bothered by the smell, in fact he hadn't even said anything; where was his spine?! The tiny dragon gave a little sigh into the sweatshirt fabric and tried not to look as annoyed as she felt despite the fact no one could see her, as she still refrained from leaving the pocket for her faux partner's sake... But she really had no idea how long she could keep this up before she came out and said something since the young man wouldn't.

Wired Life - Meisa Kuroki