Asher watched Vulcan chewing without closing his mouth. Swallowing it before Asher could bother teaching him proper etiquette and manners. Asher blinked not knowing how to respond, hearing Gummymon’s words and watching his trainer’s immediate scolding of his behavior. Vulcan seemed to glance at the digimon, stopping his actions. Asher somehow understood his partner was currently processing that comment. Vulcan smirked.

[color=#ff6b00]“Yeah, I don’t like getting told what to do. You should only do what pleases you.”[/color] Vulcan replied proudly to Gummymon. Asher sighed as he sat down, setting the lunch on the table. Watching Dante getting annoyed by his digimon. Slightly surprised when he ended up yelling and questioning the point of their partnership. Vulcan glared at the kid. Asher quickly rummaged through his bag and pulled out an orange. 

[i][color=6ecff6]“I don’t really understand how this relationship is supposed to work...but somehow, I think I do understand this digimon. I guess he’s happier with a full stomach...” [/color][/i]

[color=6ecff6]“Here.”[/color] Asher quietly said, trying to get Vulcan’s attention. Vulcan shifted focus to the food instead, biting into it and squirting juice all over his hands.

[color=#ff6b00]“Maybe you should be less of a pushover.”[/color] Vulcan scoffed still chewing, making his words less understandable. Gobbling up the whole thing before Asher could even attempt to peel it. Asher rubbed his temples, hoping his partner's comment wasn’t heard. The slight growl coming from Asher’s stomach noticeably startling Vulcan. [color=#ff6b00]“Your stomach doesn’t have to get angry with me. I didn’t say anything to it.”[/color] His child-like understanding coming into clear view. Asher simply cleared his throat and pulled out a tuna sandwich, something he was very used to eating for lunch. Sinking his teeth into it, keeping the sandwich close and starting to focus on eating himself. He smiled politely at the one who appeared to be the oldest of the group and his partner introducing themselves. But both their statements made Asher’s eyes drift off into thought, leaning his elbows on the table.

[color=#ff6b00]“Hey, can I have more food!? [b]Hey![/b]”[/color] Vulcan exclaimed loudly right beside Asher, but it went in one ear and out the other. Asher didn’t acknowledge Vulcan, which caused him to glare. Vulcan approaches the sandwich and curiously sniffed it. His eyes widened, mouth opened while drooling slightly.

[i][color=6ecff6]“But is that even true? Do the digimon benefit from us meddling with them in the first place? What do they get by being put in our care, when other digimon could be doing it? What if we aren’t meant to do this? What if I decide I don’t want to do this?”[/color][/i] Asher contemplated, while the tuna sandwich was scarfed down in an instant. Asher lifted his hands, taking a bite out of the air where his sandwich once was. He snapped out of it, blinking at his empty hands. Noticing Vulcan’s pleased expression, as he swallowed. Vulcan looked up at Asher’s stare, head tilted.

[color=#ff6b00]“Oh. Were you going to finish that?”[/color] Vulcan uttered, pausing for a moment. [color=#ff6b00]“Can I have it?”[/color]

Asher sighed and replied half-muttering. [color=6ecff6]“You can’t ask [b]after[/b] you’ve already ate it...”[/color] His attention turned to hearing Dante's disappointment. Asher certainly understood his feelings. Vulcan approached and floated in the air, circling Gummymon.

[color=#ff6b00]“I’m bored. Let’s race!”[/color] Vulcan said.