Post by twyce on Feb 2, 2005 13:53:44 GMT -5
****Early Night, December 15****
"Well you can hardly say it's been a dull day."
John found that he could not argue with that. They'd braved the high seas twice and watched some seriously heavy fighting the reasoning behind which had yet to make itself apparent. What he could say on the other hand was that it had not been a great deal of fun.
"Yes, endangering our lives has made for rip-roaring laughs hasn't it?" he said sarcastically, admittedly he had very much liked the sailing but Hetmon's sucidal bid to get involved with the fight earlier was a drastic move against the small digimon's grain. A cold breeze blew in from nowhere and John shivered as it passed over, folding his arms and hunching his shoulders to fight the chill. "Its getting on a bit isnt it?" he noted, all thought of sarcasm forgotten, "I suppose we ought to find some where to weather out the night. No towns around here are there?" he added hopefully.
"Wouldn't have thought so," Hetmon replied thoughtfully, "Although...". He sniffed the air. "Ah. People. Over there quite away.".
John didn't need prompting or to raise an argument about it, both human and digimon signed an invisible contract that people meant shelter and that they would rather have shelter than spend the night out on the island. So they moved on.
"Well you can hardly say it's been a dull day."
John found that he could not argue with that. They'd braved the high seas twice and watched some seriously heavy fighting the reasoning behind which had yet to make itself apparent. What he could say on the other hand was that it had not been a great deal of fun.
"Yes, endangering our lives has made for rip-roaring laughs hasn't it?" he said sarcastically, admittedly he had very much liked the sailing but Hetmon's sucidal bid to get involved with the fight earlier was a drastic move against the small digimon's grain. A cold breeze blew in from nowhere and John shivered as it passed over, folding his arms and hunching his shoulders to fight the chill. "Its getting on a bit isnt it?" he noted, all thought of sarcasm forgotten, "I suppose we ought to find some where to weather out the night. No towns around here are there?" he added hopefully.
"Wouldn't have thought so," Hetmon replied thoughtfully, "Although...". He sniffed the air. "Ah. People. Over there quite away.".
John didn't need prompting or to raise an argument about it, both human and digimon signed an invisible contract that people meant shelter and that they would rather have shelter than spend the night out on the island. So they moved on.