[ Biyomon leans in, hopeful for the voice of (apparent) experience in this problem to prove beneficial. His large blue eyes fixes on the screen. ] Yeah. Why do they make it such a hassle? I waited ages and ages for him! He doesn't need to be paranoid. There's no way I'd do anything that wasn't in his best interests.
[ ... ! ]
That's the trick? 'Finding out what makes him tick?' Oh boy... Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me.
[ More hesitantly; ] I don't want to dangle what he wants over his head. I want to share whatever I can with him. I shouldn't have to hold it over him like that to do that. But if it makes him finally listen to me...
[ Then, for the first time, Biyomon flinches and hunches down on the railing a little. He'd been studiously attempting to leave his partner's emotions alone once he'd realized he was having trouble even beginning to comprehend them. He didn't want to mess with things he didn't understand. Feeling the emotions, a seething ocean of insulted pride, anger, negativity and turbulence under the seemingly cold surface, raging through their connection at him already left Biyomon dazed. Forte had little good emotions to offer. ] Uh. Urm...
[ The Digimon droops miserably. ]
His... name. Some of his quirks, like how bad he is at stuff like sleeping. He doesn't want to tell me anything else about himself. Or talk to me. I don't know what's important to him. [ Frustration! It was difficult to communicate when one side refused and stayed silent and broody all the time. ]
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[ Biyomon leans in, hopeful for the voice of (apparent) experience in this problem to prove beneficial. His large blue eyes fixes on the screen. ] Yeah. Why do they make it such a hassle? I waited ages and ages for him! He doesn't need to be paranoid. There's no way I'd do anything that wasn't in his best interests.
[ ... ! ]
That's the trick? 'Finding out what makes him tick?' Oh boy... Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me.
[ More hesitantly; ] I don't want to dangle what he wants over his head. I want to share whatever I can with him. I shouldn't have to hold it over him like that to do that. But if it makes him finally listen to me...
[ Then, for the first time, Biyomon flinches and hunches down on the railing a little. He'd been studiously attempting to leave his partner's emotions alone once he'd realized he was having trouble even beginning to comprehend them. He didn't want to mess with things he didn't understand. Feeling the emotions, a seething ocean of insulted pride, anger, negativity and turbulence under the seemingly cold surface, raging through their connection at him already left Biyomon dazed. Forte had little good emotions to offer. ] Uh. Urm...
[ The Digimon droops miserably. ]
His... name. Some of his quirks, like how bad he is at stuff like sleeping. He doesn't want to tell me anything else about himself. Or talk to me. I don't know what's important to him. [ Frustration! It was difficult to communicate when one side refused and stayed silent and broody all the time. ]