Seth is not in a good mood. They were cheated out of the tag belts, and now there's some problem with the Smackdown team that Luke is expecting them to step in, help to sort out. He really, really does not want to, but knows that it's necessary because unfortunately, no matter how much the two opposing brands may hate each other, in order to keep peace and harmony in the digiworld, they need to work together. Especially when a problem is growing bigger by the day, which this one seems to be.
Betamon looks up at him worriedly, a deep look in his soft eyes, and Seth leans down, hoisting his partner up to sit loosely on his forearm so they can talk easier. "Are you alright, Seth?" he asks quietly.
"Not really, man. Too much keeps happening." His partner nods, snuggles against his chest in a weak attempt at comfort and looks around as they continue to walk. "I can't wait until Survivor Series so Smackdown stays on their brand and I can return my focus to regaining those tag belts," he mumbles. He and Dean are ok, he's sure, it's just things feel wrong without their belts binding them together. Not to mention he has a headache and he hasn't been sleeping well lately. The cold weather never does his knee any favors, and it's been aching the entire UK tour.
He's brushing his way through a bunch of bushes when it happens- a Floramon, disturbed from its rest, rises up and snarls at Seth before raining down pollen that chokes him, leaves him gasping for air. "Hey!" Betamon yells, chasing after the Digimon and missing every attack he attempts. When he gives up and returns to Seth, it's to find him sitting up, gagging and gasping for air. "Come on, let's get you out of here." Betamon is too small to be proper help with Seth walking but he stands next to him, makes sure to guide him away from any further obstacles.
By the time they make it back to Luke's base, Dean is clearly looking for Seth and he appears worried as soon as Seth stumbles in, still barely able to see. "What happened!?" Betamon explains the entire situation as Dean helps Seth sit down and pours a full bottle of water that he'd taken from one of the women earlier over his head, wiping as much of the pollen away as he could. "Better?"
"I think," Seth wheezes. "I just wanna go home." Lay down. Not think for a week. Average stuff like that.
"Alright, we can do that," Dean says softly, helping him and to the portal where the other Raw digidestined slowly group up, holding his digivice out to the screen. "We'll go," he says, helping Seth lift his eye. "And we'll figure this out and get everything working the way it should regarding its digidestined. But for now, come on, let's let these guys get some sleep."
Seth gives in, follows Dean anywhere, for anything.
