#crownsung

why do you call beezlebumon, baby girl

"&& Akari says I'm reckless," Taiki remarked as he finished up patching the taller leader. It wasn't something Taiki wasn't unused to - wrapping bandages && nursing wounds. He had his own plentiful amount of stories after all. "Jeez, Masaru, you think after Quartzmon, you'd have learned?" But danger loved following every leader around.

Goodness now, how long had it been since they'd even talked to each other? A while. For certain. "You && Agumon still running around all wild, huh?" He tossed an amused glance at the large critter in question, who was snacking the heck on some apples. "Think you got time to spare before sprinting off?"

These two should wear Colgene called "DAREDEVIL" at this point.

Masaru let out a low grunt as Taiki finished tightening the bandage, rolling his shoulder once like he was testing a freshly repaired piece of armor. It held. Good enough. At the mention of Quartzmon, he clicked his tongue, a crooked grin pulling at his lips like he’d just been called out by someone who definitely had the receipts.

“Yeah, yeah,” Masaru muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “I learned.”

Wait for it-!

“…Just not the part about not getting into fights.” There it was. Honest, unpolished, and completely unapologetic. He glanced sideways at Taiki, that same grin becoming a full-on smile.

“And don’t act like you’re any better,” he shot back. “You’ve got that ‘jump into danger first, think later’ look down to a science.” Nearby, Agumon was absolutely demolishing the apples like they had personally wronged him. Crunch. Crunch. Gone. Masaru snorted under his breath at the sight.

“Oi, leave some for later,” he called out half-heartedly, not sounding like he expected that order to survive more than three seconds. Then Taiki’s question landed. Masaru stilled for just a moment. Not tense. Not hesitant. Just… paused.

Time to spare?

He exhaled through his nose, the edge in his posture easing as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. The world wasn’t on fire for this exact second. No alarms. No explosions. Just… this.

“Yeah,” he said finally, simple and direct.

His gaze shifted back to Taiki, steadier now.

“I’ve got time.”

There was something unspoken sitting under those words, something quieter than his usual storm of punches and momentum. The kind of thing that only showed up when the battlefield took a step back.

Masaru shoved his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly.

“So,” he added, a faint smirk returning, “—you gonna keep playing medic, or you actually got something you wanted to talk about?”

When he didn't feel his phone vibrating in his pocket for a while, Ryuji didn't initially think all that much of it - sure he enjoyed mindless scrolling but he wasn't that big on social media. However, when his fingers had hovered over his pocket, now noticing the lack of weight there - that was when the panic had begun to sink it. "Shit, shit..." He swore under his breath, knowing damn well how screwed he was if he couldn't find it - he didn't exactly have the pocket money to go buying another one...! He was actually so spaced out and focused on his own panic that he felt a bit embarrassed when someone did approach him, his cheeks going completely red - he didn't want to sound like an idiot but at the same time, two pairs of eyes might be better than one...!

inbox call for !! whomever u want !! " huh, i dunno. i'm still not used to being looked up to by people. does that ever get easier? "

"... Pardon. I thought you were someone familiar. Perhaps I mistook you with one of my acquaintances."

That person truly looked similar to Daisuke... Goggles and spiky hair... But it's younger than the Motomiya Daisuke he knows, perhaps?

A sheepish laugh, grateful that Yuu couldn't hear.

[ sms ] -> ૮ ’ﻌ｀ა I've been taking care of myself, Yuu.

[ sms ] -> Did Akari set you up on this? I know she's out of town, but I don't need to be checked on daily!

[txt]: Oh, good!

[txt]: Does Akari have to set me up for me to care? No, this one was all me. I just got a little worried… especially with her out of town.

[txt]: I’m glad you’re okay.