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[color=888c8d]"Trent! Trent, wake up damn it!"[/color] Arthur shouted, shaking an unconscious Trent, who lay face down in the oddly-colored sand.

As Arthur continued to try and shake his partner, not only did it prove to be useless in this case because, as he knew from first-hand experience, Trent was a heavy sleeper. Quite literally because of his partner, when the boy was asleep, he did so like a rock. Almost nothing would force him to open his eyes. 

Well, almost nothing. Arthur knew a trick to get his sometimes lazy partner to see things his way. It may not be right, but sometimes the Gotsumon had to take the rocky approach when it came to Trent Abbott.

Arthur took a stance beside Trent, standing exactly three feet away from the unconscious boy, he bent down and shouted, "Rock Fist!" A small rock flew from his head, much smaller than it usually was. It was more like a small pebble than anything else, but at the speed it flew and aimed for Trent's forehead, there was just the right amount of force to not-so-gently nudge Trent awake.

[color=9ccc65]"Ouch!"[/color] Trent exclaimed, rolling on his back, his left hand holding his forehead. He blinked, almost being blinded by the bright sunlight and Trent looked around, noting the faint sounds of the water crashing against the shore. [color=9ccc65]"What the--"[/color] Trent surveyed his surroundings, this time being slightly more aware of what he saw. There was a beach. And some pink sand? That wasn't normal. Weren't he and Arthur in his room just a minute ago?

Looking around, Trent couldn't help but note that they weren't alone. Other kids. And a really [i]younger[/i] kid with other creatures. Trent didn't know if they were the same kind of creature...Digimon that Arthur was, but was that too far of a reach? Speaking of..

[color=9ccc65]"You did it again, didn't you?"[/color] Trent glared at his Gotsumon. [color=9ccc65]"I told you my head is not to be used as target practice!"[/color] 

[color=888c8d]"Well, what was I supposed to do? you never wake up when I shake your shoulder, Trent! I had no other choice!"[/color]

As much as he wanted to argue, Trent understood that it couldn't be helped and he honestly didn't want to argue, especially not with Arthur. Trent didn't like to argue, or at least, he didn't know how to stand firm to make the argument last longer than the other person making a point and he ended up conceding. He never felt like there was any point in him arguing. Everyone had the better side, anyway. It felt too much of a hassle, but Arthur always tried to tell him that wasn't always the case. 

Talk about a difficult assignment.

Trent finally got up and Arthur smiled, doubtless happy that Trent decided to stop being in his head. It was rare, but he could do that. The boy struggled with that a lot, but even he knew when it was time to move on. It was easier with Arthur by his side. [color=9ccc65]"So, uh, do you know where we are?"[/color]

Arthur hummed, looking around, big yellow eyes going in all directions physically possible. He noted the others but didn't recognize them and definitely didn't recognize where he was. [color=888c8d]"No clue. But it feels...I don't know, sort of familiar? Maybe they know!"[/color] He gestured his rock arm over to the group of people gathered close by. [color=888c8d]"Let's go ask them--"[/color]

[color=9ccc65]"--Wait, I'm not so sure that's a good idea--"[/color]

[color=888c8d]"Oh relax! You'll be okay as long as I'm by your side. If they give you any trouble, I'll just hit 'em with my Rock Fist! Full power this time, too!"[/color]

Trent felt a certain uneasiness start to churn in his stomach. It sank and he felt that familiar feeling of dread creeps itself back into his spine, climbing and slithering back up like a snake. It didn't help that Arthur had gone behind him and pushed him forward a few paces. Before Trent even realized it, he was moving on his own and closer to them. Arthur was by his side and half-grinned at Trent. If nothing else, it made things easier.

Joining the other kids and their little creatures, Trent and Arthur arrived just in time to hear one of them introduce themselves as Katsuo and one named Captain. Trent glanced at the kid with the oversized rabbit...right?

He felt Arthur's rock elbow nudge him at his waist. Looking down, he saw his head gesture to the group, mouthing "introduce yourself!" at him. He wasn't speaking, but Trent knew he was shout-mouthing that at him. With a deep sigh, Trent readied himself for the pain of introductions. He loathed them so much, but it had to be done. They wouldn't know who he was if he didn't speak up.

[color=9ccc65]"H-hi..."[/color] Trent said weakly. Coughing, he tried again. [color=9ccc65]"Hello! I'm..Trent. Trent Abbott. And this is Arthur..."[/color]

[color=888c8d]"Arthur is the name! Forgive Trent here, public speaking isn't his favorite thing, ya know?"[/color] Arthur was proud of Trent for doing that. He knew it was incredibly hard, but he did it. No matter how hard he nudged, Trent never backed away. That's the most he could ever ask of him. Arthur looked at the kid who looked a lot smaller than Trent. [color=888c8d]"Oh you mean those baskets over there? Nope, not ours! I had to work extra hard to get this one--"[/color] He pointed his thumb to Trent, who just laughed nervously, "--to get up. Sleeps like a rock, he does." Arthur laughed and looked around. [color=888c8d]"But do any of you know where we are? Not sure why but it feels strange that I don't necessarily hate it. Could use more rocks, though."[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]