patience had already failed the young man. as far as he was concerned, phascomon couldn't just disappear when his tamer logged off. how could this monster have no ambition or desires for its artificial life? not even a destination it'd like to explore. the sudden knock against his legs did more than startle rorukya.

in that instant his bewildered eyes widened he saw the bright light of the on-coming car and as they closed he remembered so vividly the crash. he whipped around, postured defensively against the unfamiliar digimon. the cabbage roll staggered a few steps forward, having forgotten his legs wouldn't fail him in this world.

"is it ok?" his voice, though asking a sincere question, was anything but friendly. he glared at the girl, "watch what you're doing. there's other people around here, you know." meanwhile, the hideous phascomon toddled toward the fallen comrade, poking its head around as if it might be sniffing it.

the digimon's actions didn't concern rorukya, who stood straight and adamantly crossed his arms over his chest awaiting some sort of explanation or anything, really, from the brunette. "well?"

his brows quirked. this was somehow unexpected for the youth. arms eased down, hanging at his sides as he relaxed after her urging the digimon to apologize. his lips quirked similarly with his brows thought it disappeared quickly after a soft sigh calmed him. he jerked his head back, smile replaced by a cool smirk, "nah..." though he was still upset over it, the male wasn't going to keep pressing on. better to forgive and forget, right? besides, this girl and her digimon were pretty cute. though, he didn't see the point of offering his username. Instead, rorukya tipped his head upward somewhat like a smooth springing movement of acknowledgement.

"that's nice." though his tone suggested otherwise. "was boychaser taken? are you here to prey on me?" he teased her, body swaying to the side as he shifted his weight to the latter leg. rorukya idly lulled his blue eyes toward phascomon, returning to him with a large blade of grass. he straightened. "what's this about?" he asked, snatching up the blade. phascomon shrugged, facing the strangers. it waved its claw sheepishly while, after a short investigation, the player threw the grass aside.

surprise found him when she'd replied as she had. once again, she caught him off-guard and whether it was the threat of being touched or something else, he was suddenly conscious of his beating heart. he'd then pretend to be interested in this leaf, thankful phascomon was weird enough to fetch it. a smirk hide itself beneath his lowered head, hues peering up to catch a glimpse of her movement.

phascomon crouched, its weird way of sitting without putting its butt to the ground. rorukya was given a jolt when she shouted, lashing his arms out and backing up to assess the situation. he was rendered speechless, a blush creeping to his cheeks while she fawned over the digimon. the boy never gave the creature much attention to notice, though he supposed it was kinda cute. like some kind of mutated koala bear... nonetheless, the demon beast perked with charmed disbelief.

it looked up at rorukya, "i'm cute?" whom smiled and shrugged with a cocked brow. although detached from the creature, the teenager felt that in some way the digimon was an extension of himself. he noted her subtle desire to possibly coddle the monster and cringed at the thought. "ah, so it's my digimon you're after. well, sorry but he's mine..." cabbage roll gave his pet an awkward pat on the head. "mh, maybe." he never bothered trying for that, digivolving phascomon.

absent wonderment had his thoughts fixed on the digimon. a curled index finger rested, not on his chin, but gently pressed against his lips while his thumb served as the support vertical along his chin. his hand shifted higher up until the nail of his thumb was bitten between his teeth.

his hand wiped against his thigh. a grimace replaced by a smile from her reaction. she was pretty cute, though he liked more soft-spoken women. it was probably easier to be so obnoxious in a game where your true identity was concealed. his lips stiffened at the thought. "that would be unfortunate." he replied, also looking down at the little dog-creature. irony told him this thing could probably hold its own... his attention shifted to phascomon. what was this one capable of? "mmh..." he hummed again, looking at the girl again. "you, uh..." he motioned around his ear, trying to let her know some of her hair had come loose. "your hair... just..." it bothered him that it was out of place. he didn't know how some girls could do that rolled-out-of-bed look, it irritated him.

nervous, awkwardly, his arm shook as it reached toward her to aid in putting the hair back, but he ultimately withdrew to stand helplessly staring at her. "your hair's out..." it probably wouldn't have bothered him if that's how it was when he met her. otherwise he wouldn't have known better--yet that it wasn't as it should be and the disorder irked him. "can you put it back?" he felt weird to have tried to do it for her on his own...