#bcclko

🌟 —       “ Oh? If not…” The looks she creates is far from convinced while eyeing the body language, but there is no push for answers - luckily, she is granted some insight. Regrets, loss… all too familiar.  The strange device within hands is noted with a quick shift of purple hues. Beelko may only sense it links data to the Digital World - or, at least once.  “ And now you are alone…” She hums with shoulders relaxed, as she walks closer the small human, bowing down with tilted beak. Digimon of her height, may seem almost intimidating - alongside with her aura. “ …but not completely. Me and my kind, have made many mistakes. But pray tell… where are you heading in a state like that? ”

Yellow and white plastic cracks between her fingers, ghostly pale skin covered in gooseflesh and her brown eyes were the saddest ever as she kept a glance at the Digimon, though too reminded of someone from her past, who had wronged her.

Juri flinched instinctively when the Digimon approached, but she didn't move at all, hands only tightening around her broken device, the crunching of plastic being heard again.

“I’m figurin’ out that not everythin’ that’s illegal is always fun.”

Jumping from place to place, dimension to dimension, under oceans and above the highest of boulders, or landing in a location where oxygen didn’t exist and having to suffer wearing a tank on your back for weeks until you repaired your portal gun was not a joy. With the lifestyle she did not choose for herself came the risk of doing illegal acts to get by. 

Stealing food, stealing money and hoarding shelter. It wasn’t always fun or delightful but survivor. Nothing like her days back in her dimension, on a normal Earth, where the only woes she suffered was almost forgetting to pay the gas bill for the month.