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Who: Greg, Ruffnut, Lance (later), partners
What: Going to save a Viking from the terrible automatic sprinklers at the park
When: May 11th, evening
Where: Neon City, Natsu Mizu-umi Park
"I'm so gonna laugh if she hits you with a tree, man," Gomamon snickered from Greg's shoulder as they trundled along towards the park. Given Ruffnut's inclination to stab moving vehicles, Greg figured it was probably safest to leave the Denali at home where it wouldn't get damaged. He did, however, still have his CSI vest on from work, keeping it for the flashlight that was tucked in one of the easily accessible pockets.
"She's not going to hit me with a tree," Greg sighed, rolling his eyes at his partner.
"And what makes you so sure?! She's violent, man. Even more than your soon to be wife,"
"Dude, would you keep it down? Hughes already yelled loud enough for the whole Hyperion to hear! And Sabine is not violent."
"Oh yeah, the trees have ears, Greggo. They're gonna go tell her right this second what you're planning to do," Gomamon scoffed.
"There IS a tree digimon," Greg pointed out, muttering 'dumbass' under his breath. He was already feeling nervous about his up coming plans, and Gomamon, as usual, was making it worse.
"Whatever. Let's just find this chick and split before it gets dark. This place gives me the creeps after all those times we've been ambushed around here."
Greg gave a silent nod, keeping a look out for the Viking girl they were supposed to find.
What: Going to save a Viking from the terrible automatic sprinklers at the park
When: May 11th, evening
Where: Neon City, Natsu Mizu-umi Park
"I'm so gonna laugh if she hits you with a tree, man," Gomamon snickered from Greg's shoulder as they trundled along towards the park. Given Ruffnut's inclination to stab moving vehicles, Greg figured it was probably safest to leave the Denali at home where it wouldn't get damaged. He did, however, still have his CSI vest on from work, keeping it for the flashlight that was tucked in one of the easily accessible pockets.
"She's not going to hit me with a tree," Greg sighed, rolling his eyes at his partner.
"And what makes you so sure?! She's violent, man. Even more than your soon to be wife,"
"Dude, would you keep it down? Hughes already yelled loud enough for the whole Hyperion to hear! And Sabine is not violent."
"Oh yeah, the trees have ears, Greggo. They're gonna go tell her right this second what you're planning to do," Gomamon scoffed.
"There IS a tree digimon," Greg pointed out, muttering 'dumbass' under his breath. He was already feeling nervous about his up coming plans, and Gomamon, as usual, was making it worse.
"Whatever. Let's just find this chick and split before it gets dark. This place gives me the creeps after all those times we've been ambushed around here."
Greg gave a silent nod, keeping a look out for the Viking girl they were supposed to find.