[Blind optimism and Terra don't exactly get along. He preferred action, any action over sitting around and hoping for the best. Part of why he's out here now - they could just wait for the Olympus digimon to give them more information, or they can start looking now for anything useful.
Looking for something useful won out. And at least the company's good; he's never had to teach anyone before, but the fact that Bumblebee seemed to have maintained the flawless memory of a machine really helped.
Stopping for a meal is just an opportunity to poke around in a far smaller area. With Vanguard attending food and Bumblebee updating his notes, Terra is ... digging. Yep. Digging. With a rock, even, with singleminded interest. He is certain he smelled onion, and onions in the digital world would be odd, but any free flavoring is free flavoring. Dorumon's left him to it, mostly because Terra didn't want those sharp little claws digging where his fingers happen to be.
By the time he surfaces, with a bunch of stringy green things with bulbs on the ends, he seems pleased with the result.
Something that fades by degrees at Bumblebee's alertness.]
Something up?
[It's said quietly, on purpose. The change in tone, from curiosity to seriousness, draws Dorumon's attention as well, ears perked looking and listening for anything like disruption too. Scent was impossible, with the onions Terra's found.]
let's do the time warp agaiiiin
Looking for something useful won out. And at least the company's good; he's never had to teach anyone before, but the fact that Bumblebee seemed to have maintained the flawless memory of a machine really helped.
Stopping for a meal is just an opportunity to poke around in a far smaller area. With Vanguard attending food and Bumblebee updating his notes, Terra is ... digging. Yep. Digging. With a rock, even, with singleminded interest. He is certain he smelled onion, and onions in the digital world would be odd, but any free flavoring is free flavoring. Dorumon's left him to it, mostly because Terra didn't want those sharp little claws digging where his fingers happen to be.
By the time he surfaces, with a bunch of stringy green things with bulbs on the ends, he seems pleased with the result.
Something that fades by degrees at Bumblebee's alertness.]
Something up?
[It's said quietly, on purpose. The change in tone, from curiosity to seriousness, draws Dorumon's attention as well, ears perked looking and listening for anything like disruption too. Scent was impossible, with the onions Terra's found.]