[Please ignore the icon, at some point I swear I'm going to get more on here. But I couldn't resist.]
Well. This wasn't the computer lab.
Daisuke looked down at the eerily familiar device in his hand, as if it could explain where he was. To be fair, it usually could; still, Motomiya Daisuke's current whereabouts were much harder to discern.
"Anyone know where I am?" he asked the room at large.
"Yeah, I guess. But it makes up new parts all the time," Ben points out.
He has not convinced even himself, though.
And he makes a :O face at the name, and especially Tokyo Chosen. "Dude! My cousins told me about you guys, I don't think they ever met you, but like, you're the ones who dealt with Diablomon and stuff, yeah? I wasn't around for any of that, I just got this thing a week ago," he adds, holding up the D-3.
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Well. This wasn't the computer lab.
Daisuke looked down at the eerily familiar device in his hand, as if it could explain where he was. To be fair, it usually could; still, Motomiya Daisuke's current whereabouts were much harder to discern.
"Anyone know where I am?" he asked the room at large.
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He frowns, giving the bar another look around, and finally applies some logic.
"I've never seen this many humans in DigiWorld. And there don't seem to be any Digimon..."
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And, really, he'd seen rather a lot of it over the years.
"Motomiya Daisuke," he added, grinning widely. "Tokyo Chosen." And if that didn't get him any recognition, he'd be... very, very surprised.
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He has not convinced even himself, though.
And he makes a :O face at the name, and especially Tokyo Chosen. "Dude! My cousins told me about you guys, I don't think they ever met you, but like, you're the ones who dealt with Diablomon and stuff, yeah? I wasn't around for any of that, I just got this thing a week ago," he adds, holding up the D-3.
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