#thehurricanesforce

Cherubimon was certain that she knew she was being watched by now and revealed himself, “Well, well, if it isn’t the warrior of wind. A pleasure to see you again.” His dark tone sounded anything but welcoming.

Hemlock nodded along, searching through her stones before pulling one out. “Currently, I’m afraid not--however, if I also give you this,” she said, pulling out a Metal Coat, “and you let Scyther keep hold of it for a bit, that problem should be solved. Only if that’s what you want, of course,” she added, passing Izumi a Scizorite.

               “No whining in my house.”

              “Do you spend all day thinking of ways to annoy me? Because it’s working. Stop whining.”

"How'd you guess?" Takuya asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated way. "And the alcohol was Junpei, if you were wondering." Still, he couldn't help but smile. "Of course it's nice to see me, I am pretty awesome! No really, it's good to see you again. Especially since you're not going to hurl rocks at my face to be all creepy down a dark alley." 

"Huh? Wha?" Takuya looked around, shifting the box he was carrying so that he could raise an arm up to wave at her. "Oh! Hey Izumi!" He suddenly looked at her suspiciously. "You’re not going to throw a rock at my face or try and offer me alcohol, are you?"