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While food had come into their periphery, but didn’t spend much time there. It seemed, as though, in minutes the food was gone, scarfed down by these animals (and the Digimon too). From there, conversation broke out. Dante found himself at odds with Leo yet again. It had been noted by one of the teens around the table, the one who just identified themself as Max, that, unlike he and Cinderella (what a weird name for a Digimon) were at odds. Dante couldn’t deny that he had a bit of a difficult time dealing with the menace that was Leo. For one, he couldn’t tell when he would actually say something of value or just banter on, giving his opinion even though Dante didn’t ask for it.

[color=708090]“Max, you say. Well, I’m not one for rudeness, so you can call me Dante. This little annoyance is Leo.”[/color] Dante patted Leo’s head, to which the little furball poked Dante’s right side with his horn out of revenge. [color=708090]“Why you little--”[/color]

[color=daa520]“That’s for aggressively patting me, you jerk!”[/color]

As Dante and Leo kept pressing each other’s buttons, it got to the point where, instead of giving Leo the benefit of receiving a reaction from him, Dante allowed his blue eyes fall upon the red-haired Max. [color=708090]“Tell me about it. Here I was, sitting in my Italian Villa--well, my parents’ villa, but still!--hoping to get away from their strict ways and, instead of the prospect of some high-living adventure, we were given more disappointment than the lunch they gave us.”[/color] He sighed, scowling somewhat. [color=708090]“Do they really expect us to sit through classes? I, for one, would rather go back home if this is all this [i]’Project F’[/i] is.”[/color]


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