[Wheeljack was just out, getting some groceries as per the usual start of the week. He'd heard about the new influx of newcomers, deciding that the pamphlet that he and Terra made would suffice for this go around.
No effort needed, right?
His Sheepmon walks along next to him, carrying the groceries in her mouth as the boy runs up to him, holding the D-Terminal in his hand. At first, Wheeljack can't help but look around, as if the kid had mistaken him for someone he apparently knew. But realizing that this...was just a stranger, he gives a slight shrug.]
Not today, alright?
[The Sheepmon nudges him in the back, giving him a glare.]
Crest of Friendship.
[There's a two second stare-off, before Wheeljack leans over the D-Terminal presented to him, bringing up the screen. The Sheepmon, however, has now focused on Armin himself, giving a little giggle.]
action;
No effort needed, right?
His Sheepmon walks along next to him, carrying the groceries in her mouth as the boy runs up to him, holding the D-Terminal in his hand. At first, Wheeljack can't help but look around, as if the kid had mistaken him for someone he apparently knew. But realizing that this...was just a stranger, he gives a slight shrug.]
Not today, alright?
[The Sheepmon nudges him in the back, giving him a glare.]
Crest of Friendship.
[There's a two second stare-off, before Wheeljack leans over the D-Terminal presented to him, bringing up the screen. The Sheepmon, however, has now focused on Armin himself, giving a little giggle.]
Your head looks like a coconut.