Closed starter for @devilish-digital-imp.
Aaron hated going down into the black market. Between their own hatred of the treatment of the Digimon, and their partner’s, it was enough to turn their stomach just walking into the place. But it was also the area that needed the most help.
The young hacker walked through the streets in a busy part of Kowloon, a very agitated Cupimon sitting on their shoulder. Their fur stood on end, the small holy rings on their ankles which made them unique giving off a soft glow. The growling was far from unfounded-- more than once someone had asked to buy them off of Aaron, or worse, outright tried to steal them. None of them ever expected an in-training to put up such a fight.
They went down the strips of cages, looking at all the scared and quivering mons. But at one particular cage, Cupimon’s crest rose up. They stood up in a periscope pose, sniffing. Aaron stopped, turning in the direction the small angel was looking. “What is it buddy?”
The Cupimon didn’t speak, but stared at Impmon who sat inside the cage. They stared intently, almost with recognition, sniffing.
Aaron looked at them for a moment, then said, “This one?”
A slow nod came from the angel, and they approached the bundle of cages there. Aaron went up to the human standing by them, remaining cold and professional for the time being. “Hey. What you askin’ for your digimon?”
