001 | video (forward dated to the 10th)

[hatefully]

[ The video feed clicks on to reveal a tired-looking pink Digimon, perched on the railing from which the curtain that separated the beds in the Hospitown rooms, the (stolen, if you must know) D-Terminal clutched in its claws. Biyomon paused, carefully reviewing what he had to say before actually speaking. In a soft voice, clearly trying to keep the noise level down low: ]

Finally, thought he'd never go to bed...

Are Chosen normally this bad at, say sleeping regularly? Eating? Talking to other people?

[ He wasn't asking Forte to be a social butterfly, but talking to nobody else at all was downright concerning. He'd put up with his partner's oddities, yet he couldn't let this state of affairs go for forever. The Digimon's voice grows a little more heated. ] It's been days now and my partner hasn't talked to anybody! He broods, he floats around, and he glares at everything! And that's it. Really starting to think he's either incredibly against conversation or just plain... weird.

[ Which was not to say this was the only problem Forte presented on his mind, or there weren't other off things that were slowly beginning to concern Biyomon about his partner, because there were multitudes, like the coldness in his eyes. Like the way he would stand there and look at people like they were bugs he was considering squishing. Or like that act of minor theft he'd committed upon hours after his arrival that had resulted in both of them hightailing it from the general store and then Biyomon had to flitch some BIT from their starter account unnoticed and send it back to the understandably upset store owner to pay for that brown cloak Forte had taken.

He fluffs up his feathers. ]

I noticed other partners used the Terminals when it came to stuff about their humans [ or whatever Forte was, he sure hadn't reacted well that one time Biyomon had called him one (Biyomon had not repeated that error. he liked his feathers right where they were, thank you) ] like this.

So, some veteran advice, guys? Answers? Help?

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[hatefully]

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... Scars. Can you ever make those kind of things stop hurting?

[ Over in the corner, out of sight of the D-Terminal, the dark shadow that was his partner slightly shifted in his uneasy sleep and then went still again. In the darkness, his face was hidden under the shadow of his helm. Biyomon looked touched by Coronamon's kind gesture; then bullheaded determined sparks up in his eyes. He clenches his claws together. ]

I will! I'll try hard. No matter what.

Even if he doesn't want me by his side... I'll stay. He can't have started out like this. I'll remind him even he doesn't want to be! If he's sickened like this, I'll give him the chance for healing. That's what a partner is.

[ And just as earnestly; ] And you too, Coronamon. A soldier needs teammates to fight with, don't they? I bet you'll work well together.

[proveyourmetal]

[That's a question Vanguard honestly doesn't have an answer to. Especially considering what they'd figured out about Biyomon's partner. Given that any of their theories were true, that is.]

I guess we'll find out, won't we?

[Coronamon raises an eyebrow, though it's less that he's being critical and more that he's impressed intrigued by the sudden surge of confidence from the other digimon.]

Hope you're ready for the long haul. I doubt your partner's going to make it easy on you.

[Coronamon straightens, chest puffing out with some pride. His ego makes a triumphant return at the praise.]

Of course. Bumblebee's lucky he got me for a partner instead of some half-witted, wishy washy digimon. No one's a better partner for him than me.

[hatefully]

... Haah, right.

[ Biyomon lifts his beak up, valiantly determined to commit himself. He had their theories now. He had groundwork for understanding and somebody he could ask for advice if he needed it. That had to be a start?? ]

No, he's not. [ He predicted, agreeing if a little internally saddened by how simply he could make that agreement with only days' experience. He tilted his head to the side. ]

But if the going had to be easy, how would anything get done?

[ The pink bird Digimon fluffs up his feather in amusement and grins. Bouncing right back to his boasting, eh? ]

Got that right!

[proveyourmetal]

Exactly. Besides, that's why the Chosen were given partners. Without us, they'd never get anywhere.

[Vanguard sets the D-Terminal down on the counter and leans back in his chair, arms up resting behind his head. He gives a pleased exhale.]

I'd say we got quite a bit done tonight.

[hatefully]

Now if only we could get some of them to understand that... [ Biyomon hummed ruefully, then sounding just as pleased as the other Digimon partner at their progress; ]

Yeah, yeah. It's a pretty nice feeling.

[proveyourmetal]

[Vanguard nods in firm agreement. That is a particularly irritating subject for Vanguard, and one that he's been dealing with Bumblebee's arrival:]

They're pretty stubborn. Always trying to do things on their own, even if they're in over their head.

[hatefully]

Really set in their ways, that's what I'd say. [ On the D-Terminal's screen, Biyomon sighed softly then made a wry joke. ]

Maybe it's a requirement for being a Chosen. Like, they wouldn't get hired for the job unless they tick off a little box on the paperwork that says they have that particular tendency.

[proveyourmetal]

Well whatever mook is deciding the requirements needs to jump off a bridge.

[Though after saying that he may purse his lips. Because well... those current 'requirements' did get him his current partner. He won't admit it out loud... but despite the trials and tribulations of taking care of Bee, he wouldn't trade him for anyone else.]

[hatefully]

With our luck, it'd be able to swim.

[ Biyomon chirps, puffing up the feathers on his chest. He looks away from the screen for a second and out the bedroom's closed window, towards the skies of the Digital World. Then he turned back to Coronamon. ]

As long as the Digital World gets put back to rights, and our partners and us get to kick butt together, we can grind through the tedious bits, can't we?