"Well, they're gone." Ken commented, seeing the light of a gate appear and fade.
"Yep. We're all alone now..."
"Just the two of us."
Slightly off to the side, Wormmon loudly cleared his throat.
"...and our digimon." Ken quickly followed up, making sure he wasn't leaving his green larva digimon out.
"Ken doesn't even know I'm here." Wormmon thought to himself. "This is just like that time with Chicos... Except that Miyako's older and Ken kinda likes her and she lives in Japan and not Mexico..." Wormmon realized just how different the situation was. "This could be a problem." He began to furrow what little brow he had, giving her the evil eye, thinking to himself "Don't think you're getting too close to Ken-chan, Miyako. We've been through a lot together, and you're not splitting us up anytime soon."
Miyako shot a glance in Wormmon's direction, noticing that Wormmon was looking at her in a rather... threatening manner. As threatening as a worm could look, anyway. However... the look on his face gave him the impression that he was trying to send Miyako a message... a threatening message. If Wormmon was talking to her, she was sure he would have said something like, "Don't think you're getting too close to Ken-chan, Miyako. We've been through a lot together, and you're not splitting us up anytime soon."
Suffice to say, it made her a tad bit nervous.
"Um, well, actually, Ken?"
"What?"
"Does Wormmon... have to... you know... be here?"
"...what do you mean?" Ken asked, slightly confused.
"It's just kind of odd... having him.. here... when I'm talking to you... about... this kind of stuff." She avoided eye-to-eye contacted, trying to
"Oh, come on, whatever you have to say in front of me you can say in front of Wormmon." Ken said, smiling.
"Oy vey..." Miyako sighed to herself. Casanova, Ken was not. larger-than-average talking bugs were did not make an already awkward situation any easier to deal with. True, Ken and Wormmon were very good friends, as were all digidestined with their digimon, but... didn't Ken understand that this was hard enough to talk about to even him?
Miyako looked at Ken, then to Wormmon, then back to Ken. She couldn't ask Ken to ask Wrommon to leave, and she wasn't comfortable doing it herself.
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"Be right back!" Miyako grabbed the unconcious Hakwmon and bolted behind a tree. "Hawkmon! Wake-up!"
"...Squawk! Lookit me! I'm a fruit bat!" Came the reply.
"Fruit... bat...? Oy vey..." Miyako shook her digimon violently, trying to bring him back to reality. "Focus, dangit! I need a favor!" She yelled at the bird digimon.
Hawkmon regianed full conciousness, "You want me to get Wormmon out of the way so you can be alone with Ken, right?"
"No! Listen! I want you to get Wormmon out... hey, how'd you know that?"
"The inseprable bond a digimon and their partner share allows them to look into each another's soul with perfect vision and behold the..."
"Yes, yes, whatever, I'll listen to you later? Right now, I just want this one itsy bitsy favor..."
"I don't know... you haven't been too nice lately..." Hawkmon crossed his arms and looked away from her.
"Please, please, please, PLEASE?" She was on her knees now, begging him. "I'll give you anything! Just give me a few minutes alone with Ken? Please????"
"Well..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease? Pretty-pretty-pretty-pleeease?
"Okay!" Hawkmon instantly returned to his cheery self. "You know I could never stay mad at you."
"Me neither. Parnter and digimon again, no boys coming between us?" Miyako extended a hand to her digimon in a sign of agreement.
"Digimon and partner again. No boys coming between." Hawkmon gladly took and shook her hand, smiling.
"Awww..." A tear welled up in Miyako's eye, and suddenly, a handshake was not enough to express herself. She pulled Hawkmon into her arms, glomping him tightly. "Hawkmon, you're the bestest friend ever!" She squealed. Tears streamed down Miyako's face as her roller coaster of emotions went into a loop-de-loop.
"Miyako... you're... crushing me..." Hawkmon gasped from her arms.
"Oh. Goemen." She released him, seeing as he had had enough punishment for one day. Actually, it was as if he had had enough punishment for a week.
"Now what?" Hawkmon asked, regaining his composure.
"Now..." Miyako narrowed her eyebrows, as she got an evil look in her eyes. "Now we find a way to get rid of Wormmon..."
"Yep. We're all alone now..."
"Just the two of us."
Slightly off to the side, Wormmon loudly cleared his throat.
"...and our digimon." Ken quickly followed up, making sure he wasn't leaving his green larva digimon out.
"Ken doesn't even know I'm here." Wormmon thought to himself. "This is just like that time with Chicos... Except that Miyako's older and Ken kinda likes her and she lives in Japan and not Mexico..." Wormmon realized just how different the situation was. "This could be a problem." He began to furrow what little brow he had, giving her the evil eye, thinking to himself "Don't think you're getting too close to Ken-chan, Miyako. We've been through a lot together, and you're not splitting us up anytime soon."
Miyako shot a glance in Wormmon's direction, noticing that Wormmon was looking at her in a rather... threatening manner. As threatening as a worm could look, anyway. However... the look on his face gave him the impression that he was trying to send Miyako a message... a threatening message. If Wormmon was talking to her, she was sure he would have said something like, "Don't think you're getting too close to Ken-chan, Miyako. We've been through a lot together, and you're not splitting us up anytime soon."
Suffice to say, it made her a tad bit nervous.
"Um, well, actually, Ken?"
"What?"
"Does Wormmon... have to... you know... be here?"
"...what do you mean?" Ken asked, slightly confused.
"It's just kind of odd... having him.. here... when I'm talking to you... about... this kind of stuff." She avoided eye-to-eye contacted, trying to
"Oh, come on, whatever you have to say in front of me you can say in front of Wormmon." Ken said, smiling.
"Oy vey..." Miyako sighed to herself. Casanova, Ken was not. larger-than-average talking bugs were did not make an already awkward situation any easier to deal with. True, Ken and Wormmon were very good friends, as were all digidestined with their digimon, but... didn't Ken understand that this was hard enough to talk about to even him?
Miyako looked at Ken, then to Wormmon, then back to Ken. She couldn't ask Ken to ask Wrommon to leave, and she wasn't comfortable doing it herself.
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"Be right back!" Miyako grabbed the unconcious Hakwmon and bolted behind a tree. "Hawkmon! Wake-up!"
"...Squawk! Lookit me! I'm a fruit bat!" Came the reply.
"Fruit... bat...? Oy vey..." Miyako shook her digimon violently, trying to bring him back to reality. "Focus, dangit! I need a favor!" She yelled at the bird digimon.
Hawkmon regianed full conciousness, "You want me to get Wormmon out of the way so you can be alone with Ken, right?"
"No! Listen! I want you to get Wormmon out... hey, how'd you know that?"
"The inseprable bond a digimon and their partner share allows them to look into each another's soul with perfect vision and behold the..."
"Yes, yes, whatever, I'll listen to you later? Right now, I just want this one itsy bitsy favor..."
"I don't know... you haven't been too nice lately..." Hawkmon crossed his arms and looked away from her.
"Please, please, please, PLEASE?" She was on her knees now, begging him. "I'll give you anything! Just give me a few minutes alone with Ken? Please????"
"Well..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease? Pretty-pretty-pretty-pleeease?
"Okay!" Hawkmon instantly returned to his cheery self. "You know I could never stay mad at you."
"Me neither. Parnter and digimon again, no boys coming between us?" Miyako extended a hand to her digimon in a sign of agreement.
"Digimon and partner again. No boys coming between." Hawkmon gladly took and shook her hand, smiling.
"Awww..." A tear welled up in Miyako's eye, and suddenly, a handshake was not enough to express herself. She pulled Hawkmon into her arms, glomping him tightly. "Hawkmon, you're the bestest friend ever!" She squealed. Tears streamed down Miyako's face as her roller coaster of emotions went into a loop-de-loop.
"Miyako... you're... crushing me..." Hawkmon gasped from her arms.
"Oh. Goemen." She released him, seeing as he had had enough punishment for one day. Actually, it was as if he had had enough punishment for a week.
"Now what?" Hawkmon asked, regaining his composure.
"Now..." Miyako narrowed her eyebrows, as she got an evil look in her eyes. "Now we find a way to get rid of Wormmon..."
