Scratch. Scratch. Type. Type. Swat. Swat. Curse. Curse. Repeat. Tentomon observed with interest while his partner attempted to type and repel insects attracted by the glow of the screen. The teen muttered death curse at the entire classis, grabbed his laptop and stalked back inside the shack where he began searching through his stuff. Tentomon buzzed after him.
"What are you looking for, Koushirou?" the digimon asked.
"Bug repellent," Koushirou hissed between his teeth.
Tentomon gasped and took a step back. Koushirou blinked, taking a few seconds to process the exchange.
"Sorry, sorry, it's got nothing to do with you!" he tried to explain. "It's the mosquitoes!" he swatted at another as he spoke. "At least we didn't have to deal with that back in the Digital World."
Koushirou returned to searching desperately through his bag, eventually upturning it and spreading the contents across the floor. Tentomon cocked his head.
"What's so problematic with them?"
"They bite, and they suck blood and it itches like hell."
"So they're like mini-Vamdemon?"
"Yeah, minus the drive to take over the world, " Koushirou chuckled.
He dropped back on the edge of the bed in desperation. There was no trace of the repellent spray. He looked up suspiciously at his partner.
"Tentomon, would you happen to know what actually happened to the repellent," he asked.
"Not after we left," Tentomon said, evading his partner's look.
"But that doesn't mean 'no', does it?" Koushirou insisted.
"What did you expect me to do?" Tentomon burst out. "I thought your parents wanted to get rid of me or something!"
"What happened?" the boy asked calmly.
"I... Kinda dropped it in the trash can."
"Kinda..." Koushirou trailed off.
He raised a hand to crush a mosquito on his forehead. It was going to be a long week.
Next: Takeru and Patamon are out to get a movie. Now that should be simple, right? ...right?