Uh-huh. [ In some ways, it might sound like she's only half listening - In others, it sounds like a person who's heard something like it before. She makes a face as she pulls the clothes on, handing the towel to Hawkmon - at least he can mostly clean up: ] And what is their vision? Saving the world?
[ That's her assumption, the conclusion she comes to, because it's the most obvious. For someone just waking up she - they - don't seem wholly new to that particular experience... Though the experience has always been on the other side, as implied.
She'd speak up for Hawkmon, but from the slightly indignant way he puffs out his chest he's got this - ]
He has a name. Hawkmon.[ Despite his indignation he does give a bow, though he keeps it short: ]I'm a Digimon and you are quite correct, my boy. I waited a very long time to find and meet Miyako-san.
[ He spoke as he removed some of the heavier slime from his feathers, but it would take a proper bath to feel clean. Done for the moment, he folds it over his 'arm' as his partner continues with a shrug: ] We're partners. We've always been together.
[ 'Always,' isn't quite the right word - but Hawkmon bobs along, because to him that's just the case. And for Miyako it feels as natural as breathing and as if it was true - but then she doesn't think much about it or that nature. Or how most every digimon they've met has talked about their partners like they were waiting to meet them from the moment they were born. ]
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[ That's her assumption, the conclusion she comes to, because it's the most obvious. For someone just waking up she - they - don't seem wholly new to that particular experience... Though the experience has always been on the other side, as implied.
She'd speak up for Hawkmon, but from the slightly indignant way he puffs out his chest he's got this - ]
He has a name. Hawkmon. [ Despite his indignation he does give a bow, though he keeps it short: ] I'm a Digimon and you are quite correct, my boy. I waited a very long time to find and meet Miyako-san.
[ He spoke as he removed some of the heavier slime from his feathers, but it would take a proper bath to feel clean. Done for the moment, he folds it over his 'arm' as his partner continues with a shrug: ] We're partners. We've always been together.
[ 'Always,' isn't quite the right word - but Hawkmon bobs along, because to him that's just the case. And for Miyako it feels as natural as breathing and as if it was true - but then she doesn't think much about it or that nature. Or how most every digimon they've met has talked about their partners like they were waiting to meet them from the moment they were born. ]