Collision Magnet [OPEN]

[Quinn Blythe]

The city was quiet, too quiet for the war that was going on outside of the walls. It was almost unbelievable how peaceful the city streets could be compared to what the people inside felt. Maybe the peace was just the mask the city was wearing, hiding away ruin and destruction.

Weird thoughts like that were going on in Quinn’s mind. He could already see the buildings of the city covered in a flashy carnival headgear decorated in neon colored feathers, shining gems and glitter. And they probably symbolize different faces too. One is like a bird, with different colored beak, another is a clown, but the most common is the mean-faced oni.

"---And then, you know, you fell on your face, broke your nose and started singing the Russian hymn for the nurses all of a sudden."

"No, I did not." Quinn turned to Keenan with a knowing smile, the digimon flying next to him as he walked through the streets of the area. "You are just making that up, why are you even doing that?"

"I thought you were spacing off." the Patamon pouted, settling on Quinn’s head and glacing down at him from above.

"I was listening, you know," though that was only partially true. Quinn did hear what Keenan was saying, but he wasn’t paying too much attention, admittedly. Luckily enough he could still remember what the digimon was talking about. "But for some reason you started talking about stupid things in the middle of your sentence," he added with a smile.

"It was just a test," Keenan admitted. Quinn stayed quiet and watched the buildings, finding no traces of the previously discovered grotesque masks. Though he could swear he saw some neon green feathers fall on the head of that old lady in front of them... "Something wrong, Quinn?"

"Nope, nothing" he replied as casually as he could, turning to the road ahead. He had his usual gear with him, which only consisted of his weird shaped sword wrapped up in cloth and carried on his shoulder with a string. People carrying wrapped swords on their backs weren’t an unusual sight in Japan even before the war started, and now some of the citizens, especially military personnel had their choice of weapon with them even inside the walls. In the end, rouge digimon can show up anywhere even with the dutiful work of the wall guards.

"Anyway, I wanted to tell I’ll go ahead and wait for you at the shop entrance. Race you there!" the Patamon shouted cheerfully and jumped off of the boy’s head to fly toward the said shop, which was still a few streets away.

"Hey, Keenan!" Quinn wouldn’t have minded a little race with the digimon, but the streets were occupied enough for the digimon to collide with anyone while he wasn’t paying attention...

notes: Open to anyone~ That Patamon is probably flying straight toward your character.
tags: Open~

[Yohane Yamana]

It was saturday, yet again the pink haired teen would have nothing planned. No friends to hang out with, no active parents to bond with. Just himself...and the blackgabumon that was still trying to convince him that he should try to be more social and make as many allies as possible. And soon. With blackgabumon's constant pestering to be social, Yohane would simply leave him behind and peter away from his house & Japan all together. At least for the day. Waking up not long before he usually did on Saturdays, the teen would rush to get ready and dart from the house with nothing but his messenger bag & phone. "If I just don't get involved or stay near blackgabumon, I won't be dragged into this mess. I'll be safe." The teen noted bursting through the front door of his household. As the door behind him slammed shut, Yohane sped off to the train station. He would make sure that he didn't miss the next train to Yokohama. "He still doesn't get it. I'd better catch up before its too late." The blackgabumon spoke firmly, watching the teen attempt his escape from reality.


Yohane released a small sigh of relief, boarding the train. Looking left and right the tamer searched until finding a vacant seat. "It'll all be over soon." The teen plumped into his seat, closing his eye. A smile would creep across his face as his day dream began. "No more "ally talk" or worries of being attacked. He's not with me anymore. The teen thought happily. Drifting off into sleep, the teen's day dreaming of scenarios led to being his authentic dreams. Just before the doors to the train could close and the boarding was done, blackgabumon stepped onto the same cart as Yohane & proceeded to his tamer's seat. Seeing him asleep, the digital monster would cautious & quietly creep into the seat next to Yoh's. Overhearing the boy's mumbling in his sleep about no longer worrying about random attacks, blackgabumon sighed. You really don't get it. I'll just explain later. The blackgabumon closed his eyes gently and began to nap alongside Yohane.

How'd you get here!? The teen exclaimed drawing a few attentive eyes. The boy appeared to panic a bit as he woke up noticing blackgabumon resting by his side. Why don't you seem to understand? Blackgabumon's tone was firm, though his eyes remained closed. Whether you run off or not. You're not capable of staying safe forever. Even if I hadn't become your partner you and those nearby are still not in the safest conditions with the worlds merging and all. Now pipe down. You're making a scene. The pink haired boy became silent & took to heart what his partner said as the train's intercom started up. We have arrived in Yokohama. We do hope you enjoyed the ride. Have a wonderful day. The prerecorded voice echoed through the train as everyone made their exit.

Maybe we should look for allies. Yohane suggested mocking what he expected blackgabumon to say. You read my mind! The blackgabumon cheered as the duo exited the train. I was being sarcastic, I don't want to find allies and get myself further-- The boy's rant in the making was cut off by his stomach's heavy growling. With a blush the boy's hands would wrap around his stomach from both sides. You didn't here that. He became flustered with embarassment. Let's eat something. Blackgabumon chuckled a bit. Besides, I've told you already. You're already in this. May as well be smart & prepared. While the two left the station all together in search of food Yoh sucked it up and agreed with blackgabumon. That's true.

Drifting through the streets, Yohane would remember how this felt so much like Tokyo. It had been so long since he'd been in Yokohama that he'd forgotten it's second to Tokyo in population. Not to mention on a Saturday it'd be busy as heck. Say, what's that? Yohane drifted towards a shop with hopes that it had some type of snacks inside. Race you there! Blackgabumon turned his head to the right noticing an incoming digimon. Yohane, look out! He spoke up. The tamer had stopped in front of the shop to see if he could see any food before entering, only to turn around and see the patamon coming full speed. Ah! The tamer quickly ducked into a squat to avoid collision.

WORDS idk
TAGGED @patamon Quinn Blythe
sorry it's sloppy, i'm getting tired.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Quinn Blythe]

Quinn was blessed with a very good sixth sense, so he could feel when something bad is about to happen, however miniscule it might be.

It was the same when he shouted after Keenan when the digimon flew off toward the shop without a care in the world to check for obstacles. The Patamon didn’t notice the boy in the way of his flight, considering his eyes were closed in delight from the freeflight. So the only thing alerting him of the upcoming problem was another yell – well, two of them – from a voice he didn’t recognize. That made him open his eyes just as a stranger ducked from his line, which surprised him enough to change his course as he flew past the passerby. The only thing in his way was a shop window, which, of course, helped to stop him in his flight – rather loudly.

No crash or crack could be heard after the ‘thud’, which made Quinn feel a kind of relief, but seeing Keenan fly into a window, even if he didn’t crash the glass, was enough to make his heart stop for a moment. He heard a little squeak and rushed to the scene, watching the Patamon slide down the window and land on his back, limbs stretched out and eyes a little unfocused. He wasn’t hurt, that was for sure, just a little out of it.

"Qwiiiiiiin there are staaaaaaaaaaaarsss make them stoooop." Keenan whined in a slightly higher pitched voice than his original, which made Quinn let out another relieved sigh and chuckle just a tiny bit as he answered.

"They’ll stop by themselves, just stay down there for a bit." after telling that to his partner, he turned to the person the Patamon scared, taking note of the big black creature, another digimon standing by his side. Addressing the boy he leaned down, tucking a good amount of silver-gray hair behind his ear so his face stayed visible.

"Are you hurt? He didn’t hit you, did he?" Quinn was genuinely worried whether his digimon managed to injure the boy or not, even if indirectly. Keenan will be fine, luckily he is squishy enough to act as a live airbag for himself so after the momentary dizziness goes away, the digimon will be back up in the air, probably on Quinn’s head this time. The human race was more fragile than digimons anyway.

notes: You are fine, I'm way sloppier! And thank you for getting this thread so quickly, I went to sleep and had a reply to read when I woke up~
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: yay! <3 And your post was fine! Sorry I can't post more than once a day though. I should move faster on the weekend. should.

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM The bulleting digimon flew just above Yohane's head. Didn't think I'd make it. The boy remained crouched down. It was a pretty unexpected thing to happen, but so was blackgabumon suddenly appearing and following Yohane around calling him "partner" as if they'd known each other all their lives. It was also as unexpected as blackgabumon being so protective and loyal to the boy after his human "partner" refused him and even tried to run off just an hour or so ago.   Still in his squat, the pink haired teen would continue to hold his hands on his head. This was in case another bullet was following the same path as the pattamon. Blackgabumon would step next to his partner, finally having caught up. "Are you ready to get up now?" The digimon snickered. "You were so scared. You should've seen your face." His snickering continued. Yohane's head whipped toward the digital rookie.  "Maybe someone had warned me sooner, I wouldn't have had to take immediate action like that. He glared. "I'm beginning to miss my boring, neglected life. He turned back to the ground, overhearing a thud followed by a concerned tamer coming to comfort the little flying monster. Looking over, Yohane would meet eyes with the other tamer that asked how he was doing. Of course I'm alright. It's your friend you should be worried about. The boy would rise to his feet. "Be more careful though." "In the digimon's defense, you were kind of in the way." Blackgabumon spoke up. Shooting a glare back at the black monster, Yohane would sigh before admitting it. "That's true." Yohane's stomach released a bubbling roar. "If you point me to the nearest fast food place I could get him something to eat. And you too." Yohane offered. After all, it was his parents money that was constantly being thrown around & wasted. Why not put it to good use? coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

Quinn only partially paid attention to the conversation going between the other boy and his digimon, as he was occupied with checking on Keenan during that time. He resisted a snicker over their slight bickering, but didn’t butt in. ’Boring, neglected life, huh?’ he smiled to himself, ’what is so fun about a life like that?’

"I am worried, but apparently, he has a built-in air bag on his body, he will be alright." though saying that, Quinn walked over to the Patamon when he was reassured the boy wasn’t injured. Picking up the digimon he held him to his chest carefully and felt his head for wounds, double-checking if he was really alright.

"Staaaaaaaaaars, going rooound rooound" the digimon whined as he lay on Quinn’s arm, his ears hanging.

"Yeah, yeah, they’ll fly away soon. You lucked out with a little lump on your forehead, dummy. You are squishy enough, so you didn’t hurt yourself that badly." He looked up, gently petting Keenan’s forehead where he could feel the small swelling. "Don’t worry about that." He turned to the boy, when he admitted he was in the way. It’s my fault for not teaching this guy some self-control anyway, he added to himself. He fell silent when he heard the growling sound that alerted him of the strangers hunger. "Sounds like you need more food than us." He teased. "There is a place that sells football-sized burgers near here, if that’s what you want." He could feel Keenan stir on his arm and his head shot up at the mention of burgers.

"Food? Did I hear food?" the digimon looked between the two tamers hopefully, no sign of the previous dizziness of the collision.

"I see you are better now." Quinn mocked the Patamon who just chuckled sheepishly. He still didn’t release the digimon and held him close in case flying would still be a problem. If nothing else, the digimon won’t glide off to cause some more trouble. Looking back at the guy in front, he held out a hand for a shake. "The name’s Quinn Blythe. And he is Keenan."

"Nice to meet you! And sorry for almost headbutting you before..."

notes: That's okay, I work during the weekdays, so I can only post once a day as well.
And as a sidenote, Quinn is talking in Japanese, but with the tiniest of an accent, as he is half-american, but was raised in Japan mostly.
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: kewl. We're on similar pages then. And hopefully it makes sense that his accent is noticeable but not too off throwing since he was raised here, right?

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM The teen's hands would kindly comfort his empty tum tum, rubbing it casually. "That's a relief." He noted when the other tamer spoke to patamon about his small bumps and minor damage. Thank goodness nothing had really happened to the little guy. With the fellow tamer's suggestion of football sized burgers not too far away, the pink haired boy would open his mouth just as his stomach made another roar, declaring hunger. With a light blush of embarrassment from the teasing and second roar, Yohane would break down the light accent of the fellow tamer's. Finally responding, he spoke. "Sounds pretty good." The boy smiled at the blackgabumon. "Maybe if you hadn't tried to leave me behind and rush out of the house, you wouldn't be so hungry." The blackbagnumon made a smart remark. Leaning his torso/upper body forward toward the black digital creature, Yohane spoke in a firm and harsh tone. "You can always buy your own burger." He poked blackgabumon's stomach to hear it mumble for a second until jumping to another octave. Blackgabumon would blush a bit as well before chuckling and responding. "I'm still not as hungry as you." Turning back to pattamon & his tamer, Yohane and his counterpart would both chuckle in unison at the pattamon's reaction to the sound of food. "So much for stars." The black digital creature spoke through his small laughter. "At least we're not the only ones." The teen added to his partner's comment as his own laughter mellow down. Extending his own hand out to Quinn, Yohane would introduce himself as well. "I'm Yohane & this is my partner I guess. Blackgabumon." He replied. "Call me bass though, It sounds cooler. The blackgabumon added with a grin. With the pattamon's apology, Yohane would give a slight smile. "It's fine. You're the one that hurt. Or that was." He added on a question. So where's the place with burgers?" coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

The tamer and the Blackgabumon seemed like quite the firece pair for Quinn, hearing the constant bickering and teasing from the both of them. That’s also a form of friendship, so who was Quinn to say anything about it? Friendship often took form as a silvery mist covering the people around him in his vision, and even though he couldn’t yet see it, there were traces of it between the two. Or that Blackgabumon had just some flour on his shoulders, who knows. But he blinked, and it was all gone.

"I’m not sure this world’s shops accept digi-dollars as a payment..." Keenan butted in when the tamer suggested the Blackgabumon bought his own burgers instead. "At least they almost kicked me out of a fruit shop when I wanted to buy apples."

"I’m fully convinced they wanted to kick you out because you ate half a stack of those apples." Quinn corrected the digimon, but aded after. "Though, they probably still wouldn’t accept digital currency." He was told about the digimon’s money, but never had the chance to ask anywhere if they could be used in the real world. Considering how many friendly digimon showed up alongside tamers in the last few years, they could as well use their money... Keenan just laughed in slight embarrassment, but didn't go into more detail about the incident.

"Yohane and Bass then? I’ll remember it." With the introductions done and Keenan relieved the other boy wasn’t mad at him, Quinn stepped past the other pair and pointed in the direction ahead. "It’s not that far away from here, just down the road. A few minutes walk from here maybe." He still held the Patamon close, and grabbed the string holding his wrapped sword to his shoulder to prevent it from sliding down. Looking back at Yohane, he mentioned for them to follow. He wasn't an expert at conversations, but he didn’t like small talk. However, if the talking had a better reason, he was okay with it, especially if he was the one listening. "While we walk, mind telling me why you were running away from your digimon, as he mentioned before? It sounds like an interesting story."

notes: Of course his accent isn't off throwing, he grew up learning both English and Japanese, but it's more comfortable for him to speak without worrying about speaking it clearly. Also, if I ever mess up something in my posts, or if things aren't clear, just tell me~
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: sorry i'm late this time.

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM When Keenan had spoken up about digidollars, the blackgabumon's face remained unchanged. Either way he was too low on funding to afford free air that he breathed. Curious to the thought of digimon having a form of currency, Yoh was a bit surprised. There's so little I know about them. But they've been around for a while now. The pink haired boy thought to his self. There was so little he knew of digimon, blackgabumon especially. Fortunately it seemed as though he'd be around long enough for Yohane to learn everything could possibly learn. Quinn responded to him, poking fun at the pattamon's apple eating. Of course Yohane & Bass would hear the two and let out small chuckles. "They had every right in that case." Bass spoke between every few laughs. "Definitely. Yohane's laughter died down as Quinn pointed down the street. The burgers were in that direction, Yohane could smell and almost even taste them with his imagination. Food.. Yohane's thoughts moaned in his head as his stomach gently rumbled again. Though he'd just met Quinn & Keenan, they seemed like good people. polite people. Though he wasn't the kind to trust easily, Yohane felt confident in his comfort with Quinn already to nod and begin his response. "I wasn't sure I wanted to be a tamer. I got tired of hearing about "finding allies" and "be careful". I felt like I was safe before and thus I'd be safe after Bass." The boy explained, following behind Quinn next to his digital partner. He would continue. "But then I realized that he's putting himself in way more danger by remaining at my side. We're both in danger. It's safer for both of us to remain together rather than be seperate." The boy explained, feeling a little bad for having felt the way he did at first. coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

Hearing the trainer and the Blackgabumon laugh at their conversation, Quinn himself started feeling better. He wasn’t exactly good with strangers, people in general, but luckily he learned how to entertain them and have them open up. He was a listener, but he still had to keep up his end to make others talk. For him, Yohane seemed like a honest guy, and that was getting rare in their world nowadays. Even Keenan felt better, and was reassured yet again that almost colliding with the boy wasn’t an uncorrectable mistake.

Quinn was leading the way toward the fast food restaurant, glancing at Yohane from time to time to check if the boy was still around. It was unnecessary though, as he could hear the boy talking just fine.

"Finding allies is a good idea, but if you are unsure about whether you want to fight or not... or if you know you don’t want to fight, you should just stay out of it. But..." He stopped for a moment, his gaze focusing on the road ahead instead of on the boy. "...the fact you have Bass is proof that there may be things only you can do. That’s what I thought when Keenan and I met." The Patamon wiggled his body out of Quinn’s grasp and climbed on his shoulder to settle there, leaning against his neck and grabbing onto the white fabric of his vest to make sure he won’t fall.

"He – Bass – just wants to protect you." Keenan chirped from his comfortable spot on the white-haired boy’s shoulder. "I know, because I am a digimon, and I have Quinn too. Putting ourselves in danger for our partner is kinda natural, you know?" At least Quinn knew that. Keenan was the same, protecting his tamer first and foremost when it came to battling, and that always made him uneasy. He can somehow understand why the boy would decide to run away... but on the other hand, he also despises such a behavior. For Quinn, saying 'I don’t want to' isn’t a valid reason.

"Say, do you regret becoming a tamer? Tamers are said to have the responsibility to protect the walls and the world, but I see nothing wrong with following your own ideas." Quinn murmured, absently patting Keenan’s head. "As long as you aren’t putting other in danger, at least." He quieted down as he thought about something, then turned to the boy again. "Come to think of it, when did you two meet? I assume not so long ago."

notes: You aren't late at all, just post whenever you can or want!
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: ah. i sense a beautiful friendship blooming <3

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM As the group adventured towards the burger place, Yoh began to lighten up by the second. This Quinn guy was a pretty cool person, and so was his partner. The tension from earlier between he and Bass was far behind them as they picked at each other playfully over small things. It was like Yohane was slowly coming around to Bass's idea of making allies. As Quinn gave his thoughts on the matter, Yohane took the words to heart and internalized them. I'm not sure if I want to fight though. The teen replied mentally. Unsure if he could actually change anything or help anyone, he thought it'd be best to stay on his current path of nothingness. As Quinn went on to say that there may be things only Yohane can do, the boy's eyes would widen as he made a very small & unnoticeable gasp from his realization. So I might actually be of use to someone or something. Maybe to Bass. The teen glanced over toward the blackgabumon.  As the patamon made his way to Quinn's shoulder, Yohane looked back ahead to face the little monster as they walked.  Hearing patamon speak of how Bass, like most other digimon partners only want to protect their human counterpart. The boy looked back at the blackgabumon. He said those same words earlier. Yohane spoke in Bass's direction. Because I meant it. The blackgabumon smirked as he kept strolling alongside the pink haired tamer. I have to hold up my end then. A genuine smile crept upon the boy's face as he finally came to realize that he was in reality. The digimon by his side wasn't leaving any time soon. He'd simply enjoy their time while it lasted. I did at first but now I'm perfectly fine with it. It's not so bad of a change when I think about it. Even though it was sudden and off putting, I'm starting to like it a lot more than I did at first. Yohane blushed a little, embarrassed to be sharing his original feelings. The blackgabumon smiled a bit after hearing how his partner felt. I'm glad you've come around to it. Bass casually spoke. Hearing the question, he decided to answer before Yohane could speak again. We met about 3 weeks ago, the night his lit paper was due. Bass answered. I was so tired that when I finally reached my bed and fell asleep I didn't even get under the blankets. I woke up and he was trying to tuck me. The duo stopped walking and burst into laughter. You let out this girlish squeal. I thought you were attacking me! The blackgabumon laughed harder. I thought it was a burglar! Yohane began crying with his laughter. Wiping them off, the pink haired boy would continue to follow Keen & Quinn. You're such a creeper. He chuckled lightly. coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

Quinn also looked back at Yohane and his partner when Keenan started talking about wishing to protect one’s tamer. Bass was indeed the same, and it looked like Yohane was also realizing what he had to do to make it easier for his partner. He couldn’t help but smile as the two’s bond slowly started to strengthen right before his eyes. For some reason it always made him happy when he could see others make up after a fight or build up their friendship. Maybe because he could hardly imagine himself doing so.

"You know, digimon stay for a lifetime, so of course we protect our partner." Keenan continued, pleased that his words would make their two acquaintances feel better. "At least I know I will be with Quinn until he becomes an old coot."

"I already have the grey hair for it, I’m gonna make you keep that promise." Quinn laughed as they continued on, the fast food restaurant’s sign already visible.

He smiled at the boy again, genuinely happy, when he admitted he was okay with being a tamer now. Quinn was thinking about it. Some people would probably take some time to get used to the constant company of a digimon. He also had to send Keenan off on errands from time to time to stay alone, but luckily the Patamon was understanding about his needed solitude.

As they continued on, the pair revealed the details of their meeting. Quinn’s suspicion was right, it wasn’t long ago they have met. For the rest of their talking, he also stopped and snickered, and watched in delight as Yohane nearly went into a laughing fit.

"Oh god, that is some first meeting, seriously! I’m sure that squeal was gold." He turned to continue walking, pulling on the string that held his sword to his shoulder. "So three weeks of running away from your digimon. I’m pretty sure it must have been tiring. Does your family know about him yet?" He added automatically, casually. The boy seemed young enough to still be somewhat dependent on his parents or other guardians, so it was a natural question. Though he knew such a question could easily cause some drop in the mood – kids didn’t have the best relationship with their parents these days.

"Here we are." He stopped in front of the colorful window of the restaurant that was advertising the mega-sized burgers that were available, as well as the chicken nuggets that looked more like half a full-grown chicken.

notes: Indeed~
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: what better way to bond than over burgers? :'D <3

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM With the groups stroll through the area nearing its end, Yohane would chuckle at the small playful conversation between Keenan & Quinn. The two seemed like they'd been around each other for far longer than Yohane & Bass. In fact, the two seemed to have already grown together. We'll be just like that. Yoh's admiring thoughts went through his head. Adding on to Quinn's response, Bass replied with his laughter dying out. Pure. Gold. The digimon continued alongside his partner. Though it was seriously a funny scenario to imagine, it was truly how they had come to meet each other. Shortly after the tamer fell asleep the blackgabumon would emerge from his computer full of anxiousness with the oppurtunity to finally meet his human counterpart. Looking back at it, Bass was glad that he finally met Yohane. Though he wasn't what he imagined, he was still pleased with Yohane despite his refusal to believe he was a tamer. Since then the two seem to have grown a lot closer, whether Yohane noticed or not. With Quinn's next question launched, Yohane would begin to laugh again. This time louder than earlier. My parents pay so little attention to me, I doubt they pay Bass any attention either. As long as we don't burn down their house, they won't ask why the fridge empties faster or who I'm talking to late at night. For all they care, I could be inviting homeless over to spend several nights at a time. The pink haired tamer's laughs died down a bit. When I told them he was here they only increased my allowance to almost double what it was. Bass spoke. They're not the friendliest duo, your mother and father. With a firm & brief chuckle, the boy replied. They aren't what I'd call a mother & father. Finally arriving to the restaraunt, the boy would look at the sign and listen to his stomach's echoing rumble. Finally.. The blackgabumon did the same, only his stomach produced an even louder rumble. after shaking his head and snapping out of it, Yoh looked forward to Quinn. Tell us more about you guys. I hate to have selfish conversation. He walked up to the door and opened it, holding it for Quinn, Keenan, and Bass. coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

Quinn chuckled, his spirit lifted bye the laugh of the other two. His smile faded a little bit, however, when Yohane mentioned his ignorant parents. Even though Yohane seemed to be indifferent about it, he even laughed harder than before, Quinn had a feeling there was more to it than the boy showed. He was probably hurt by his parents’ behavior, but already got through it, accepted it. Or he was just that easygoing, Quinn was still unable to tell, as he didn’t yet know him that much. He kept his smile though, even if faintly. "That sucks. A digimon is still better than a homeless person, I think, they don’t smell. Or well, not always."

He didn’t say ‘I can understand’, when Yohane said he wouldn’t call his parents father and mother. He knew his sympathy would come off as fake, especially since he is still basically a stranger. It wasn’t needed.

The restaurant seemed more inviting for the teen anyway, so Quinn decided to concentrate on that instead. He was about to walk to the door, but Yohane was faster at it, and actually held the door for them. Quinn stopped. With mocked displeasure and a mocking smile he looked at the boy, hands on his hips. "Seriously? What a cavalier. I know my hair is long, but not that long. Now go on further into that room before I give you a starting kick." Even if it was only out of politeness, he grabbed the chance to poke fun of people’s unwanted attention for kindness. Holding a door was a usual act, but it made little sense for Quinn – he had perfectly fine hands to go through that door without help. So he nearly literally pushed the boy into the restaurant, and toward the counter so they could get their orders.

"I have nothing to tell about myself." He said to Yohane’s suggestion to talk about who they were. "But I can say that Keenan still doesn’t know the difference between an ice popsicle and a glowstick."

"Hey, it’s not my fault the red ones look so much like strawberry flavored icicle!" the Patamon added in his defense, puffing his face up in embarrassment. "They don’t taste the same though."

Quinn replied with a snorting sound. "That much is a given. So, what do you guys want to eat?" he turned to their younger new acquaintances, skillfully dodging the question about themselves. He had a feeling the boy might not leave it at that, but he on the other hand, had the habit of barely talking about himself.

notes: They shall be burger-buddies! :'D
tags: Yohane Yamana

[Yohane Yamana]

tag: Quinn Blythe words: idk notes: lol. this makes me think of bob's burgers. i love that show.

TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM Being nudged into the restaurant, Yoh would titter to compliment his light smile. Such a gentleman. Cavalier or not, I could've held it. He commented on Quinn's action followed by a giggle. Inside however was only just a few other people. A groupd of other teens, some sitting next to tamers and the others just there accompanying them. The blackgabumon would even wave at what seemed to be a digimon he'd recently met a week or so ago. The two had finally reached their destination! The were so close to finally getting their food & devouring it. Entering the establishment, Yohane & Bass snickered at Quinn's teasing. Glowsticks & Popsicle? It wasn't the most commonly confused duo but maybe patamon was just hungry at the time. Even I can tell the difference. The blackgabumon slid his comment between his laughing Bass would only remind Yohane before he even realized it. He didn't even answer the question. Yoh looked back at his partner. You noticed too? He smirked, turning to Quinn. I'll ask later though. Food first. The pink hair teen looked forward to the menu as Bass wasted no time. Immediately Bass would step up to the counter to place his order. Two of the biggest burgers you've got, some water, and maybe a small salad. Don't be stingy with any of it. Load it with as much lettuce, meat, and tomatoes as possible! The blackgabumon declared his order. The cashier simply looked at Yohane, unable to see the top of Bass's head since the counter was taller than himself by quite a few inches. With small snickers, Yohane would tease the digital monster. You should let Quinn & his partner order first anyway. He turned back and stepped aside to allow the duo to come forward. Order whatever you want. I'll cover it. He encouraged with a smile. Though he didn't usually hang out with other teenagers, he was still very manner-able & a bit more formal than most his age. It was Quinn's job getting the group there. After he got his job done, it was Yohane's turn to pay for it. Since the restaurant was a lot less expensive than he expected he was even more comfortable buying from it. It had been a good minute since he'd had fast food or anything close to it. coded by electric of gs

[Quinn Blythe]

They entered the restaurant, and although it wasn’t as big as some of the others around the area, is had a nice atmosphere to it. Luckily enough, it only had a few customers, so they didn’t have to worry about not getting a seat for themselves. Keenan caught the Blackgabumon’s wave and leaving Quinn’s shoulder, he floated to Bass.

"Hm, a friend?" He asked, curiously looking at the digimon Bass seemed to know from somewhere. "I don’t know anyone from here." He had been in the real word for more time than Bass was, according to what they told them, but he wasn’t as well-acquainted around Yokohama. Their turf was Tokyo’s center, and due to their constant trips to the Kansai region, they had some connections in Kyoto, but that was all. That was weird though, now that Keenan thought about it, as Yokohama was still closer to Tokyo. However, he was sure there were some gangs around that Quinn would recognize, and vice versa.

Keenan puffed his cheeks and glared at Bass. "I was hungry, okay? And it totally, like to-tal-ly looked like a popsicle!" Quinn grinned. He could avoid questions about himself for a while without trying, and Keenan unconsciously helped along by nature. He knew they would get back on the mandatory get-to-know-each-other questions, but as Yohane said: food first.

"I can hear your stomach from a mile." He teased along, watching the Blackgabumon’s failed attempt at ordering his food. The staff was probably used to digimon walking by and ordering food, but it was somewhat a natural reaction for humans to turn to humans in these cases. While poor Bass tried to get something to eat, he glanced further back behind the counter, where parts of the kitchen was visible. He could barely make out an Ebiburgermon’s figure behind the stained glass door. Well, they surely like to employ digimon though.

He grinned again as Yohane teased Bass, and turned to the boy. "Thank you, young gentleman!" He said with a little tease in his own voice. "But I can’t let you pay. I will get my own share, and you yours. You don’t have to buy us our food just because Keenan has a bump on his head." He could hear a small "hey" coming from the Patamon behind him. "It wasn’t your fault anyway, so it’s fine." He waved the offer off and hoped the boy won’t insist on paying his food. He would feel incredibly awkward. Yohane was still pretty much a stranger for him, and he wouldn’t even let his friends do it. He walked to the counter, leaning down a little bit to place his order, as he was taller than the employee. "I would like a chicken burger with fries, chili-cheese nuggets and an apple pie."

"The pie is mine!" Keenan popped in, unnecessarily. "I want coke too!"

"And a diet coke." Quinn added into his order as an answer for the Patamon’s request before turning to the digimon. "You don’t have to gather any more fat."

"Hey!"

He fished his wallet out of his pocket to pay for his food, then they would get a nice place to sit down – preferably at a window.

notes: I don't know that show, I'll search it. =U As for Quinn wanting to pay for himself, Yohane can be insistent if he really wants to, but Quinn is stubborn as well.
tags: Yohane Yamana