Super Express!

"No... she wouldn't. She wouldn't think it was cool at all."

And probably poke a little fun at him for being so upset on her behalf, of all people.

"Right... right. Right! She's probably just waking up on the sofa. Toriel is probably making pancakes for breakfast. They're probably going to go to church... she's probably fine."

He takes a deep 'breath', in and out through the vents on the sides of his head.

"You're right. Of course I'm sad she's gone... and I'm worried about how Kris is going to feel. But she'll be okay. She's the toughest kid I know!"

Before the Darkner stands, he turns to return the hug; it's sturdy and strong. Tenna is the kind of creature that wears his heart on his sleeve, and the gratitude he feels is evidenced by the way his body wraps around the other for a brief moment before standing back up.

"Ah if you really want I wouldn't mind." The horse girl said after the hug finally finished. "Normally I would've just taken a bus or got a ride back. But getting to stretch my legs a little isn't a bad idea."

She certainly didn't do it most of today. Not with how much she sat down reading...

"Not that I've seen any "malevolent" forces in the first place. But maybe I've been avoiding plenty of them."

All the while she shot another smile right towards Cafe, almost as if she of all people needed to reassure her to stay calm.

"Well, they're right! Some real whack-jobs out here, y-y'know..."

His charade begins to falter, though. She didn't seem annoyed, or mischievous, or looking for trouble. Quite the opposite! She wanted to help whomever was back here, for nothing in return.

"Ah, well, y'see! I was just, watching something sad! And, I guess I had the volume on too loud! Noooo, no no, if I wanted to go and cry, completely break DOWN, t-totally lose my composure! I'd..." ... "I-I'd just go home, duh. Go... home."

The statis on his screen shifts, wobbles, flickering his face on and off until not even he believed himself enough to continue. As his frame began to shake, something slightly rattles--some loose piece from a while ago, surely.

"...It's Susie--purple scales, long brown hair. Looks scary but she's... really nice. I took her in here, she lived with Kris and I. I don't think she had a very good home life. But here, we lived like a little family! I... felt safe around her, like, like I wasn't just the Dreemurr's TV. She saw me for me..." ... "I can't find her. I looked everywhere--this was. Her hiding spot. I, tried calling her, b-bu-but her number... It doesn't exist."

...

"...She's not here. On the island. She went back. And I..."

"...But I'm sorry to hear about her. O-Or well I'm sorry that she's gone. Especially if it just happened out of nowhere."

Even throughout all the sniffles all the bright haired uma could do is wrap her arms around the TV head individual. Digital was by no means a qualified individual to be trying to giving out advice. Even another horse girl asking her would probably result in the girl short-circuiting in fear of being unable to help.

But she felt the need to at least do something.

and then she asks about his job, pausing briefly at the question itself. this was hardly something he can lie about, the truth the only thing that can leave his lips, whether half or whole. was it even illegal here to confide what he is to mortals? better to be safe than sorry when he doesn't know how the rules carry over into this realm.

...And definitely not completely different fields of "expertise" entirely.

"During school the usual subjects on the curriculum. Though I guess racing and training prep isn't probably taught to people that aren't gonna do it in the first place." Which seemed to be a lot of people here rather then the smaller numbers back home.

a world without umamusume... a world without the thundering of cleat-capped shoes; without the roars of an elated crowd; without the swerving, soft ears, and the flicks of eager tails... a world without that sounds like a world she doesn't want to live in. even moreso than before, she finds herself grateful for any company.

Then again the method most of those characters got dragged into world's like these were more extreme then how Digital remembered. Unless something happened somewhere along the way that she blanked out. That too unfortunately was a rather common trope...

"Well I uh....I don't really know. The people here told me that there's no way of getting home. Some of them have even been here for years and haven't seen home once since then." She hoped that wouldn't be the case for them too but thinking like that at all was already the sign that she had given up.

She's a Lightner, though. And he has a job to do. So he 'exhales' through the vents at the side of his head...

And springs right up to her height, no taller.

"--Agnes! Sweetheart! Didn't see you there!"

Of course he didn't. He's hiding in an alleyway.

"Haha, nope! No falling signs, no knife fights, no gunshots! Everything's A-OK!"

... ...She's not going to buy that.

"Then well I heard someone making noises out here. Usually everyone tells me I shouldn't go down alleys but I felt I couldn't leave someone making those cries alone."

Thankfully it was Tenna and not a complete stranger. Although she wouldn't have skimped out on the energy regardless.

"i arrived here a couple of days ago," she replies, "and i'm still trying to figure out where this even is. it seems like everyone interrupts everyone here. i'm not upset." she rubs at the bridge of her nose with a long, soft sigh. it's so noisy—correction, the people here are so noisy.

Even though Digital did learn some things that did continue to confuse her to this day. For better or for worse given the lack of actual support here as well...

"Truth be told, I don't know much about racin' myself. Where I'm from it's people and animals who do the runnin'. Not really fair if I race against regular athletes, y'know? But it sounds exciting."

Her face lights up as she gets a sudden idea.

The downside was everything else. Getting participants, setting dates, meeting deadlines at the same time. A rough way of keeping one's self busy but something Digital was up for the task.

was there a possibility that others could surpass such a thing? no, he hardly thinks that would be the case. it was either this or inadequacy to their duty, minus those few who were being trained at the very beginning and learning the ropes.

Something that many might've taken as an insult yet there seemed to be practically no animosity or disdain in the girl's voice. It almost teetered into respect, even if Digital didn't have a single clue what that work really entailed beyond a few guesses. Most of which would've probably been wrong in the first place anyway...

"I guess it's not the worst mentality to have no. Though it's a bit different from what I'm used to back home." Maybe the pinnacle was different from how she saw it. "What is your job actually? I-I mean I'm just a student so all we have are whatever part time ones we can get."

"Most of the stuff I see is with boys," He states and shrugs, not particularly interested in thinking further on it. He wasn't deeply invested in romance in the first place.

...

The crying doesn't seem to let up, though. There's no swelling, emotional musical score, no fade in to another scene. Just the long sounds of despair emitting from old, crackling speakers...

Admittedly, he's hard to spot. Barely taller than a doll, curled up against some wall in some alleyway, face buried in his knees and arms over his head...

This was the last place he looked--the secret spot Susie used to spray paint her art onto the wall, where nobody would come wash it off.