A glare from the multicolored, and multi-limbed eyes shot to the white haired boy for a moment.
	"[color=a2d39c]It would behoove you to listen, meatures,[/color]" Dracmon remarked.

	Nadica squeezed her eyes closed, her head falling into her hands for only a second. Pabumon began to slip, but the girl's elbows began to squeeze, and gripped the soapy Digimon, not letting the young one fall. A moment later, she looked up, giving a determined glare to the floating figure, with her hair all in her face. Still, she was sweating lightly, feeling alone against the gaze of Dracmon's four eyes.
	"[color=ed145b]Okay...[/color]" Nadica began, attempting to steady her voice, "[color=ed145b]You obviously want to say [i]something,[/i] or you would have already left.[/color]"