Post by Sita Lam on May 27, 2014 16:08:42 GMT -7
"Yo Partner." Yan was seated on the handlebars of her parked motorcycle, idly kicking his feet as Sita browsed her phone.
"Hm?" was all she could manage, distracted as she was with checking her schedule for the rest of the day.
"I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," she replied, leaning back to avoid the light kick her partner aimed in her direction.
"No I'm not! 'Sides, it's after twelve. We should take our lunch break now, before it gets any later." The young woman rolled her eyes and finally looked up at Yan, seeing that he was staring at her expectantly. He did have a point, and she was feeling rather hungry herself, but she wasn't about to give in so easily.
"One more delivery," she stated firmly, flicking the visor of helmet down as he groaned.
- - -
Half an hour later they were seated in a small park with their food, Yan already nosily tearing into the sandwich Sita had bought him. The pair was getting some suspicious looks from a group of nearby parents with young children, but she ignored them and focused on her own sandwich. The locals should have been used to seeing Tamers and their Digimon by now, giving that they had been around for nearly five years. Yan was only an Impmon, so it wasn't like he could cause massive amounts of damage by himself.
"'artner?" he asked around a mouthful of food.
"What?"
"When do ya think another Digimon will attack?"
Sita thought about as she took another bite. "Dunno. Soon, hopefully. It's been too quiet lately." Honestly, they were both getting restless, and she wondered if they would have better luck if they hit the road. Her employer and the gang would surely let her go for a week or so if she asked, that much she was certain of.
"Hm?" was all she could manage, distracted as she was with checking her schedule for the rest of the day.
"I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," she replied, leaning back to avoid the light kick her partner aimed in her direction.
"No I'm not! 'Sides, it's after twelve. We should take our lunch break now, before it gets any later." The young woman rolled her eyes and finally looked up at Yan, seeing that he was staring at her expectantly. He did have a point, and she was feeling rather hungry herself, but she wasn't about to give in so easily.
"One more delivery," she stated firmly, flicking the visor of helmet down as he groaned.
- - -
Half an hour later they were seated in a small park with their food, Yan already nosily tearing into the sandwich Sita had bought him. The pair was getting some suspicious looks from a group of nearby parents with young children, but she ignored them and focused on her own sandwich. The locals should have been used to seeing Tamers and their Digimon by now, giving that they had been around for nearly five years. Yan was only an Impmon, so it wasn't like he could cause massive amounts of damage by himself.
"'artner?" he asked around a mouthful of food.
"What?"
"When do ya think another Digimon will attack?"
Sita thought about as she took another bite. "Dunno. Soon, hopefully. It's been too quiet lately." Honestly, they were both getting restless, and she wondered if they would have better luck if they hit the road. Her employer and the gang would surely let her go for a week or so if she asked, that much she was certain of.
