thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
The various singing and screaming would have been drowned out by the sounds of all the bullets around the outlaw. Otherwise, if he had heard it, he would definitely have a few choice words to say to that Sun woman who entered. Luckily for him, and perhaps most people around, he didn't hear her. And, within moments, the robot was finally defeated. John would watch the explosions shoot out its gaping holes with a small grin, and then subsequently grin a bit more as it turned to pixels and retreated back into whatever device it resided in. His head would tilt over as the other attackers would fall asleep, and then more came in...
Only for them to fall over rather anticlimactically.
Welp.
Then, suddenly, the shopkeeper's apparent boss appeared, clad in clothes that reminded him of the snow on Mount Shann. Much like that snow on that mountain, this man seemed cold... bitter. However, his words were still kind and served as a pleasant surprise to John nonetheless. He took off his had and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm before unceremoniously putting it back on. He would be the first to approach Yuugo, offering to shake his hand.
"You're mighty kind to pay for these damages, Mister. And, on behalf of my... acquaintances, you have my sincerest apologies. If there's anything we can do to repay our debt, just let us know." John said, hoping to smooth things over with the market's apparent owner with his words. Although he was kind enough to pay off the damages they had done to his store, and his group certainly had no place in attacking the damn place for no real rhyme or reason, he still understood why they did it. Their actions were noble, after all. Just... completely and utterly foolish at the same time. The man in white's words about how they were irregular or whatever would have fallen death onto John's ears as he instead made his way back over to Lottie.
"Good to see ya again, Miss. I hope you didn't catch too much trouble while I was gone." John said, unable to keep himself from smiling at how giddy and optimistic she still was, despite the literal hell that had just ensued before them. The way she sat there, smiling with her own Digimon all criss-cross applesauce like reminded him of his own son, when he was a boy. Such a youthful and fun boy, he was. As time went on, though, he changed. Grew up, like most men did. In a way, John loved to see that kind of childlike sense of optimism and wondered channeled into an adult. "I see you've made a new friend." He continued as he leaned forward, tilting his hat upwards with his index finger.
"Yeah, so have you, Cowpoke!"
Suddenly, without warning, the pink bird Digimon who had come to John's aid earlier flew down and landed on his right shoulder, its talons curling around its girth. John looked up and cocked a brow at the animal, confused being an understatement to describe how he was feeling right now.
"What the hell...?"
"Don't act so surprised, old timer. You scratched my back so I scratched your's, ya know?" It asked with a smirk, before raising its wing and leaning over, resting it atop John's head. Its other wing would slowly begin to wave out in front of the both of him as it looked up at the sky, smiling all the while. "Eeyup! It's me 'n you against the world, Cowpoke. We're gonna be like two peas in a pod, me 'n you! Inseparable! Pals for life! Best friends forever! The yin to your yang! The peanut butter to your--MMPH!" Suddenly, the obnoxious bird had its beak unceremoniously covered by the rough palm of the outlaw's hand.
"Can you shut up for five seconds? My goodness." John said, before removing his palm from the high-pitched bird's beak. With it now lowered by his side, the bird would begin to speak again... after obnoxiously spitting out in front of him and John.
"BLEGH! PLECH! ACK!" It spat out, its excess saliva more than likely landing on Lottie and her own Digimon partners. It brought its wings up to its tongue and began to desperately scrape at it, as if it was trying to get the taste of John's hand out of its mouth. "Word of advice, cowboy? Keep. Your hands. Away. From. My Beak. I don't want your disgusting humie meat touchin' the inner workings of my here mouth, and I doubt you want my objectively better and more clean wings inside your mouth. Capeesh?"
"...yeah. Capeesh."
"Great!" It exclaimed, before redirecting its attention to Lottie and her Digimon in front of him. "Now, next order of business," It said, rubbing its feathers together as it tilted its head downwards, pointing a feather toward Lottie and her Digimon. "Who's the broad?"
L3n
Crow
Only for them to fall over rather anticlimactically.
Welp.
Then, suddenly, the shopkeeper's apparent boss appeared, clad in clothes that reminded him of the snow on Mount Shann. Much like that snow on that mountain, this man seemed cold... bitter. However, his words were still kind and served as a pleasant surprise to John nonetheless. He took off his had and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm before unceremoniously putting it back on. He would be the first to approach Yuugo, offering to shake his hand.
"You're mighty kind to pay for these damages, Mister. And, on behalf of my... acquaintances, you have my sincerest apologies. If there's anything we can do to repay our debt, just let us know." John said, hoping to smooth things over with the market's apparent owner with his words. Although he was kind enough to pay off the damages they had done to his store, and his group certainly had no place in attacking the damn place for no real rhyme or reason, he still understood why they did it. Their actions were noble, after all. Just... completely and utterly foolish at the same time. The man in white's words about how they were irregular or whatever would have fallen death onto John's ears as he instead made his way back over to Lottie.
"Good to see ya again, Miss. I hope you didn't catch too much trouble while I was gone." John said, unable to keep himself from smiling at how giddy and optimistic she still was, despite the literal hell that had just ensued before them. The way she sat there, smiling with her own Digimon all criss-cross applesauce like reminded him of his own son, when he was a boy. Such a youthful and fun boy, he was. As time went on, though, he changed. Grew up, like most men did. In a way, John loved to see that kind of childlike sense of optimism and wondered channeled into an adult. "I see you've made a new friend." He continued as he leaned forward, tilting his hat upwards with his index finger.
"Yeah, so have you, Cowpoke!"
Suddenly, without warning, the pink bird Digimon who had come to John's aid earlier flew down and landed on his right shoulder, its talons curling around its girth. John looked up and cocked a brow at the animal, confused being an understatement to describe how he was feeling right now.
"What the hell...?"
"Don't act so surprised, old timer. You scratched my back so I scratched your's, ya know?" It asked with a smirk, before raising its wing and leaning over, resting it atop John's head. Its other wing would slowly begin to wave out in front of the both of him as it looked up at the sky, smiling all the while. "Eeyup! It's me 'n you against the world, Cowpoke. We're gonna be like two peas in a pod, me 'n you! Inseparable! Pals for life! Best friends forever! The yin to your yang! The peanut butter to your--MMPH!" Suddenly, the obnoxious bird had its beak unceremoniously covered by the rough palm of the outlaw's hand.
"Can you shut up for five seconds? My goodness." John said, before removing his palm from the high-pitched bird's beak. With it now lowered by his side, the bird would begin to speak again... after obnoxiously spitting out in front of him and John.
"BLEGH! PLECH! ACK!" It spat out, its excess saliva more than likely landing on Lottie and her own Digimon partners. It brought its wings up to its tongue and began to desperately scrape at it, as if it was trying to get the taste of John's hand out of its mouth. "Word of advice, cowboy? Keep. Your hands. Away. From. My Beak. I don't want your disgusting humie meat touchin' the inner workings of my here mouth, and I doubt you want my objectively better and more clean wings inside your mouth. Capeesh?"
"...yeah. Capeesh."
"Great!" It exclaimed, before redirecting its attention to Lottie and her Digimon in front of him. "Now, next order of business," It said, rubbing its feathers together as it tilted its head downwards, pointing a feather toward Lottie and her Digimon. "Who's the broad?"
L3n
Crow
