[b]Drip. Drip. Drip.[/b]

Asher could feel the liquid hitting his forehead. Was he lying on the ceiling? No, that implied there were any walls in the empty darkness that he inhabited. Observing his father floating on his back while wearing his work clothes, surrounded in a deep ocean of whiskey. The only sound came from his father’s whimpering cries. His body felt as hard as the booze, unable to even lift the tips of his fingers. Calling out wouldn’t give him an answer, it never did. So he just calmly waited until he fell asleep, silently counting the seconds passing by. The father stretched out his jaw wide, looking like he dislocated it. Asher’s eyes screamed at the sight. Alcohol began seeping into his mouth and starting sinking him deeper beneath the surface, no longer in view...[b]Drip. Drip.[/b]

Asher blinked and rubbed his eyes. Seeing his classroom and fellow classmates. [i][color=6ecff6]“Huh? Was I daydreaming again?”[/color][/i]

Noticing a blue book had been placed on his desk. Hearing the teacher warning them about digimon using the restrooms. Unconsciously wiping the dampness from his forehead and nose with his jacket’s sleeve. He glanced at the drooling Peti-Meramon sleeping on his head. Prodding his partner digimon awake with his index finger, feeling mild warmth despite the appearances of being a sentient fireball. Vulcan glared down, letting out a humph. Hopping off his head and snuggling into the jacket hood.
 
[color=6ecff6]“Sorry lil buddy. Your mouth was running like a leaky faucet.”[/color] Asher whispered, looking over his shoulder. Vulcan was chewing on his hood, speaking inaudibly. [color=6ecff6]"My jacket isn’t edible either.”[/color] He chided half-heartedly still trying to not interrupt the teacher currently speaking. Vulcan spit out the jacket, pouting while the flames grew and began waving about frantically.

[color=#ff6b00]“I said what’s that supposed to mean!?”[/color] He muttered in a grumpy tone. 

Asher smiled, replying kindly. [color=6ecff6]“Try to chill a little.”[/color] Vulcan seemed stunned in response, seeming to calm down. He picked up the book and started flipping through the pages, able to absorb the information before they could be reasonably read aloud. The lecture lasted several hours, and when Vulcan wasn’t mindlessly chewing his jacket. He was loudly chiming in his thoughts of the class.

[color=#ff6b00]“So boring!”[/color] Asher could only shush him, rubbing the back of his neck. Which his partner begrudgingly compiled with, for a short while. Speaking up again loudly, being the last one that needed to be escorted to the restroom. Trying his best to focus and not let the many questions distract him further, until the word lunch suddenly sparked Vulcan’s interest. Once class had ended, Asher stood up from his seat, following Mr.Mameo to the Arena with the rest of the class. Realizing he hadn't really paid attention to his surroundings, getting a better look at the other students and their digimon as they interacted with each other. 

[color=#ff6b00]“I want food now!”[/color] Vulcan demanded while starting squirm around hyperactively, rambling on still barely understandable with the jacket stuffed in his mouth.

[i][color=6ecff6]“You need a pacifier, before I require a new jacket…”[/color][/i] Asher thought while letting out a sigh, still speaking in a reassuring tone. [color=6ecff6]“Don’t worry, we’ll be eating soon.”[/color] Asher said reaching over his shoulders and picking him up and carrying him in his folded arms. Vulcan stopped squirming after a few seconds and grumbled. [color=#ff6b00]“Soon isn’t soon enough.”[/color]