Finally, the digidestined are back together. Miz and Heath both have returned, which means each team now has five people to handle problems. The group walks on quietly, the main chattering coming from the digimon as their humans readjust to having Mike and Heath amongst their ranks again. He could never stay quiet for long, however, clearing his throat. "Anyone think about what the draft could do to the teams?" he wonders.
It hadn't been something any of them had thought about, having too much to go on as it is, but now that he mentions it... None of them seem that concerned about it, but Seth chuckles. "Ambrose may not like that much. His group will probably be screwed, considering Ziggler and Ryder wouldn't want to get separated, and Cassady and Amore will freak out if they are."
Miz has just chuckled at the thought of it too when he almost steps on something bright orange. "Hey!" he yells before realizing it's a baby digimon underfoot, wide eyes staring up at him from under a horn that's almost as big as its body. "Well, aren't you cute?" he wonders, leaning down to pick the little creature up.
As soon as it's in hand, Monodramon approaches. "Be careful with that, Mike, it's a Fufumon. They're tougher than they look."
"Oh c'mon, he's too small to do anything. You're just a cute ball of fluff, aren't you?" Mike wonders, tickling the little thing underthe curve of its body by its mouth.
Monodramon's just opened his mouth to try to warn Mike again when Fufumon's eyes narrow and it turns a curious red shade before spitting viciously, Mike screaming like a little girl as something scrapes against his face and he throws Fufumon like a ball, the only thing sparing it from splatting against a nearby rock formation being Bearmon snagging it out of thin air and wisely settling it down a fair distance away from the group of humans and digimon scattered around.
"MY FACE!" Mike bellows. "MY BEAUTIFUL MOVIE STAR GOOD LOOKS, I'm ruined, I'm finished, I'll-"
Heath and Alicia work together to grab his flailing arms, getting a good look at the mark on his face. "Oh shut up, man, you're fine," Heath sighs, staring at the faint cut along his jaw.
"Fufumon barely hit you, it just grazed you, relax," Alicia chides him, running her finger down the shallow wound. "It's not even bleeding. It'll be healed in a day or two, no scars."
"It's like a paper cut," Heath agrees. When Mike straightens up and glares around at them all, Heath grins at him, slapping him on the back. "Welcome back to the Digiworld, man."
"I hate you all!" he yells before stomping off, embarrassed and not wanting to hear or see any further mocking from any of them.
Heath chuckles and looks around at the remaining digidestined. "Yeah, the last month's been amazing."
Most of them look sympathetic as they all regroup and go to follow Mike.
