[It's muttered. Maybe they'd never find this world, and he could see about breaking skulls all he wanted. It was a dim hope. There's no comment on the man's words, even if Vanitas agreed with them; he didn't much care who or what was his target either. Most of the time.
But his sullen look shifts to outright cranky as the tape is sliced off the armadillomon's muzzle. But he doesn't say anything. Immediately.
The digimon however looks extremely pleased about this, working on peeling off the rest.]
Oh, thank you! I thought it'd nev-
[The blond young man hisses. It's sharp and distinct and instantly the armadillomon's muzzle snaps shut again, looking startled. When the silence lasts for more than a few seconds, Vanitas seems satisfied, and heads for another newly planted tree. The digimon fidgets for a moment.]
..Well, thank you, I do appreci-
[The saw is flung at the hard-shelled digimon; it sproings right off the shell without leaving a scratch.]
Shut it or I'll shut it for you!
[The armadillomon looks put out by this but does indeed fall silent. This is the definition of healthy relationship here. He frowns.]
You sure you don't want it? It'll make a good speed bump.
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[It's muttered. Maybe they'd never find this world, and he could see about breaking skulls all he wanted. It was a dim hope. There's no comment on the man's words, even if Vanitas agreed with them; he didn't much care who or what was his target either. Most of the time.
But his sullen look shifts to outright cranky as the tape is sliced off the armadillomon's muzzle. But he doesn't say anything. Immediately.
The digimon however looks extremely pleased about this, working on peeling off the rest.]
Oh, thank you! I thought it'd nev-
[The blond young man hisses. It's sharp and distinct and instantly the armadillomon's muzzle snaps shut again, looking startled. When the silence lasts for more than a few seconds, Vanitas seems satisfied, and heads for another newly planted tree. The digimon fidgets for a moment.]
..Well, thank you, I do appreci-
[The saw is flung at the hard-shelled digimon; it sproings right off the shell without leaving a scratch.]
Shut it or I'll shut it for you!
[The armadillomon looks put out by this but does indeed fall silent. This is the definition of healthy relationship here. He frowns.]
You sure you don't want it? It'll make a good speed bump.