Komodo went out the next morning after she woke herself up completely, got dressed, and checked to see if Beelzebumon was still asleep.
The streets were nearly empty with how early it was, making it easier for the young woman to make her way to one of the nearby clothing stores. She had to duck into an alleyway when she spotted Kaden and his small gang across the street. He seemed to be out searching for her. The thought made her blood chill in her veins and her heart nearly stop. She hurried to the store once he and his gang were out of sight.
It took over an hour with the help of one of the employees to finally decide on an outfit that was not overly dressy but not too casual: the first was a shirt with a green gradient, starting with a pastel green at the collar and shoulders, a deeper and slightly brighter green from the top of the bust to the top of the hips and the remaining a deep, emerald shade. The accordion-plated sleeves followed the same gradient. The next was a pair of navy boot-cut blue jeans. The last piece to the outfit was a pair of black leather boots that zipped up on the inner side.
Pleased with her new outfit, Komodo returned to the apartment with the large plastic bag in tow.
Beelzebumon was sitting on the couch with his cheek resting against the knuckles of his right hand, elbow on the couch arm. His free hand was covering something resting against his stomach. His two main wine-colored eyes were half closed as he stared at the television. He tilted his head slightly when Komodo closed the door behind her.
"Hey there. You look tired."
"Nah...I'm fine. What'cha buy?"
A secretive smile appeared on the young woman's lips. "You'll have to wait until later."
He snorted sulkily and turned his attention back to the television.
Komodo could not help but giggle softly at his reaction. She placed the bag under the coffee table next to her duffel bag and took the empty space on the other end of the couch.
"Them boys didn't mess with ya, did they?"
"No. I did see them, but I hid before they saw me."
"Good, good."
Komodo pulled her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. She watched Beelzebumon out of the corner of her eye as he fought against nodding off. "You should sleep if you're tired."
"Meh..." he mumbled, scrunching his eyes.
"But why don't you want to?"
"Just don't want to."
"Okay. Uhm..."
"Just think of somethin' ta talk about, keep me awake."
"Oh, um. Sure. Hm...could I venture to ask something?"
"Shoot."
"That box...was it something important?"
The Digimon was quiet, a blank look to his face.
Komodo pinched her lips together, regretting her decision to ask.
"It is, yes."
"Ah, okay."
There was a brief moment of silence before Beelzebumon spoke, looking up at her: "Why did ya ask?"
"Just...how angry you got. I thought maybe it was something important. And uhm...the way it looked and what was inside. Not saying you are not artistic...but you haven't shown any interest in it."
He shook his head slowly. "Nah. Couldn't even draw a proper zigzag to save my life."
The young woman giggled. "That's pretty bad."
He sighed heavily through his nose.
Komodo's face fell and she turned her head away. She looked back when she saw his arm move. She was surprised to see that he had been hiding the box with his hand.
Beelzebumon held it up, turning it to and fro as he examined it, a sorrowful look to his normally hard eyes. "He really did like his music."
"Hm?"
He blinked in surprise and said quickly as he tucked the box back against his stomach: "Nothin'."
"I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"Don't fret 'bout it."
"Okay...I just don't like seeing you so unhappy."
"Been unhappy for a long time."
Komodo moved closer. She was tempted to put her arms around him, to try to console him in some way, but she thought better of it and kept her hands to herself. That box seems to mean a lot to him. I didn't mean to make him upset... "I'm sorry..."
He merely shrugged in response.
Komodo looked back up to him to find he had his eyes closed. Did he fall asleep? I'll leave him be, he seems really tired. She rested her cheek against her knees, watching the Digimon.
"Thought I asked ya to keep me awake."
The young woman's body jerked violently at the voice. "I-I'm sorry."
Beelzebumon readjusted himself. "Eh, it's okay. We'll head out ina 'bout an hour."
"Okay."
"Should go eat somethin'."
"I will later."
"Will ya fetch me some coffee? There's already some made."
"Sure." She got up slowly and went to the kitchen, returning after a few moments with a cup of coffee. She held it out to him.
Beelzebumon took the offered cup and downed it.
"Do you want anymore?"
He shook his head and held the cup out to her.
She took the cup and went to the kitchen to place it in the sink. Just as she was setting it down, she thought better of it and turned the water on to wash it instead. "I wonder where we're going?"
Later in the evening, Komodo was in the bathroom changing in to the outfit she had bought earlier in the day. She straightened down her shirt and smoothed down her hair. "I'm not even sure if this is dressy enough or perhaps too dressy...or if he'll even like it. Oh well...time to get out of this room."
With her hands clasped behind her back to help ease her nervousness, she made her way down the hallway to the living room doorway.
Beelzebumon was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed on the coffee table, the controller resting on his legs as he played his video game. He cast a glance up at the young woman and looked back at the game, color rushing to his pallor face.
Komodo blushed deeply, rocking back and forth on her heels in her nervousness. "Uhm...does it look dressy enough?"
He paused the game, still keeping his eyes on the screen. "Yeh, looks fine."
The young woman hurried past the television and sat down on the couch. She felt a little saddened that the Digimon did not seem interested in truly looking at her new outfit. She pulled the boots out from their box and started putting them on.
Once she was ready, Beelzebumon turned off the television and the pair set out in to the evening air.