Inside said pizza parlor, a man and a digimon sat at a table. A man in a red trenchcoat and an Impmon, to be precise. The man's feet were propped up on the table, tilting back in his chair with his hands behind his head. The owners of this establishment didn't look entirely happy with him using one of their tables as a foot rest.
Impmon gave Dante a dull look.
"Y'know, man. I thought we were here for-"
Dante thrust out one hand, holding up a finger. Impmon immediately silenced.
"Patience! I am a master of my craft."
His cocky expression didn't falter, but a slight glint appeared in his eye when the doors to the place opened.
"Dinner's just about ready to be served," said the silver haired Devil Hunter, his hand falling lazily to his side. He lightly patted a large instrument case that was propped up beside him.
Amaimon moved to a table, not far from the pair watching him and sat down. The Goblimon sat down across from him with a low growl before continuing his conquest of the taffy. Amaimon looked around, eyes taking in his strange place. He looked at the menu, seeing all of the different kinds of pizzas they offered. When the waitress approached and asked what he'd have, he paused for a moment before looking at her with a bored expression.
"One of every pizza."
"S-Sir?"
"One of each." He set the menu down and looked away. The waitress quickly took down the note and ran off to the back, off to report the massive order.
Dante grinned, falling back in his chair, tipping it over as he did so. He grabbed the chair, and thrust it up in the air like a lion tamer... catching the edge of the the table between its legs. Then, the next millisecond, he twisted it and let go, sending both table and chair flying out the nearest window.
Needless to say, by this point there were some onlookers.
"Ah, hold the applause," Dante said, as Impmon got out of his seat, sighing. The Hunter quickly then dropped a wad of money on the tabletop. "And keep the change."
Like that, then, the Tamer and Digimon were a blur and out on the street.
"Play time, Behemoth." Amaimon stood up and jumped after Dante through the broken window, his bondage clad partner following close behind. He leaped out onto the street and backflipped up on top of the pizza restruant. Behemoth followed again, making sure to stay close to his Master.
"There is always more food. Play is rarer." Amaimon charged Dante and punched that case as hard as he could, hoping to send it into Dante and watch them both fly back.
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Impmon gave Dante a dull look.
"Y'know, man. I thought we were here for-"
Dante thrust out one hand, holding up a finger. Impmon immediately silenced.
"Patience! I am a master of my craft."
His cocky expression didn't falter, but a slight glint appeared in his eye when the doors to the place opened.
"Dinner's just about ready to be served," said the silver haired Devil Hunter, his hand falling lazily to his side. He lightly patted a large instrument case that was propped up beside him.
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"One of every pizza."
"S-Sir?"
"One of each." He set the menu down and looked away. The waitress quickly took down the note and ran off to the back, off to report the massive order.
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"Quite an appetite you got there!"
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"I'm really hungry. And I've never had pizza before."
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Needless to say, by this point there were some onlookers.
"Ah, hold the applause," Dante said, as Impmon got out of his seat, sighing. The Hunter quickly then dropped a wad of money on the tabletop. "And keep the change."
Like that, then, the Tamer and Digimon were a blur and out on the street.
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"Let's play together. I've been really bored."
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"Now, that was a waste of some good pizza."
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