“Not what I expected when I woke up this morning.” Tristan responded to Katheryn, giving her a reassuring tone, helping that he genuinely believed his own words. “But I’m sure we’re not in any danger.”
After experiencing everyone actions firsthand, Tristan felt like he was in a crowd stranger than he was. Perhaps, more the merrier? He couldn’t really see a downside to having so many potential new friends, hopefully a few actually appreciated ventriloquism. Listening and staying in the background, as all the kids finished making their introductions and interacting with the strange creature. Dorumon had explained that they entered another world entirely, somehow believable coming out of something equally bizarre. His jovial naivety could almost forgive that he technically kidnapped a group of minors and wanted them to do labor, comparing them to chosen heroes. But still deep in consideration taking everything Dorumon said at face value, Tristan appeared calm with a gentle smile across his face. He couldn’t shake the feeling of a noticeable burden of weight behind him...
“What do you think?” Tristan spoke softly staring down at puppets, while the others continued chattering among themselves.
“I’d trust him. Anyone who’d knock some sense in that kid-” Luci quipped, as Angi slapped Luci in the back of the head to keep him quiet. Angi pointed at Tristan’s pocket, seeing the light and reaching inside, picking up the red and black device that took from the counter. He looked in surprise, watching multiple small creatures appearing from the devices as they each picked them up. He waited in anticipation for the same thing to occur, the screen was on but nothing was happening. His burdens weighed on his shoulder...wait why just one?
“What ya looking at?” A squeaky high voice questioned, causing Tristan to turn noticing wiggling a strange red creature
its butt on his shoulder. Exchanging blinks and friendly grins, she hopped down to the floor and never stopped, bouncing like a rubber ball. Tristan kneeled down closer to the ground, his puppets following the digimon with their heads.
“Nice to meet you-” Tristan greeted politely.
“Tristan, I heard! I’m Gigimon! I’m your partner!” Gigimon said before Tristan could even ask, she carried on, speaking at the pace of her kinetic movement. “I’ve been in the hidey place on your back since you picked that up.” Tristan felt the back of his jacket’s hood, rubbing his neck. “Feels like all I’ve been doing is waiting for a partner.” Luci stuck out forward, arms crossed.
“You can do something other then bounce?” Luci quipped. Gigimon without skipping a beat, plopped down and started rolling around, circling Tristan in continuous momentum. She started letting out childish giggling, making Tristan chuckle a little.
“I can do plenty. I’m tough!” She replied standing up on all fours, with a prideful stance. Luci hung over Gigimon as they stared at one another.
“Bet your bark is worse than your-” Luci snarked. Being abruptly silenced by Gigimon widening its maw and clamping down on the puppet and yanking it off Tristan’s hand. Gigimon nommed on it for a moment with a satisfied expression. Angi looked up at Tristan.
“I like her.” Angi commented. Gigimon spat out Luci and looked at him for a while as it laid motionlessly, looking up at Tristan with a concerned and upset face which brought Tristan pause. A moment of melancholy and silence. Did he say or do something to upset her? Tristan reached his hand down to comfort her.
“Did...I kill him?” Gigimon asked. The silence broke with the sound of Tristan’s laughter, it had been a while since he laughed that loudly. Gigimon blushed a little, giving a pout of confusion.
“You’re not teasing me too are you?” Gigimon whined slightly, sounding even more like a child. Tristan picked Luci up shaking his head, putting the puppets into his pockets and then wiped his eyes. He reached down then pet her head, causing her to freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. Her pupil inflated like balloons, mouth hung open slightly like she’d been rendered speechless.
“Looks like we’re partners now, Gigimon.” Tristan said picking her up, not any heavier than his siblings. Gigimon eyes sparkled like diamonds, snapping out of her petrified state. She began to wriggle within his grasp like an excitable puppy. Pondering over Dorumon’s words saying that they could refuse his request, but implored them to accept this undertaking. He could feel the desperation, seeing the passion in Gigimon’s eyes wanting to help those in need. Deciding then despite an unpredictable series of events that preceded and would likely follow…
“I’ll do what I can, Dorumon.” Tristan proclaimed, stepping forward.
“Me two!” Gigimon added.