"Bitch!" a not-very familiar voice cuts through the general chatter filling the hallway, causing everyone in the vicinity to jump and look around uncertainly.
Max rolls his eyes and quirks an eyebrow as Okada walks through the whispering, frozen people surrounding them. "You're about as subtle as a Japanese submarine, aren't you?" he sneers. "What the hell do you want?"
"They have found a way for us to go back," Okada says.
Max buries his face in his hands before getting in Okada's face. "How stupid are you?" he hisses. "Do you have soy sauce for brains? This isn't that shitty show Lost, we have to actually be discreet about this shit, or we risk everything. You declaring things like this in the middle of a busy hallway isn't very intelligent, right?"
Okada's eyes narrow as he stares at Max. He looks pointedly around the hallway, where everyone has walked on, leaving them to whatever drama was growing between them, no one necessarily interested in getting involved between Max and Okada. "You were saying?"
Max rolls his eyes. "Fine, what the fuck are we doing then?"
Okada sneers at him.
-x
It takes a few days to get everything sorted, to inform everyone. Once it's all figured out, Max sits within view of the digiport, holding onto Tapirmon. "I told you it would all work out," he tells his partner. "You should know better than to doubt me by now."
"I'm sorry," Tapirmon says. "Next time I promise to listen to you."
"Good," Max says, pleased. "Now come on, let's get you home."
Tapirmon nods eagerly, holding onto Max as he stands up and joins the rest of the digidestined clustered around the digiport, waiting for the big moment.
Unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple.