Subject: [o] closed eyes 211 views

[isaak]

it wasn't easy, but jormungandr managed to get laelaps to finally fall asleep. the organizer was napping on the ryudamon's shoulder.

his forehead was still slicked with sweat, but it was the least of the dragon's concerns. as long as the man was asleep, it could figure out the rest later.

getting laelaps to sleep was a chore. he was unpredictable -- jormungandr had trouble keeping up at times, and the least it could do was keep him out of more trouble than the both of them could handle. it didn't blame anyone for how laelaps was -- if anything, they should be the ones who were sorry.

after all, it was them who didn't understand him.

[prince]

"Is he doing all right?" Lucca's voice rang out, keeping a five meter distance between him and the unmoving human body. The Digimon didn't look to be panicking or searching for a doctor, so he could have been hurt or dying. But it was that inner mom that Lucca had that made him have to speak out and make sure. He was better safe than sorry. And he didn't want someone to end up in trouble because he ignored an important decision at hand.

Lucca's own Digimon- a Kudamon- was snaked comfortably around his shoulders. The Kudamon's eyes were shut, but his ears twitched, perking up when he heard his tamer address company. Still, his eyes remained close. Kudamon knew that Lucca knew what he was doing. He was a professional. Or, at least, he often claimed to be.

[isaak]

jormungandr's head snapped upwards in an instant. upon realizing it was a game moderator, the ryudamon visibly relaxed.

"he's fine, thanks," grunted the digimon, shifting its body slowly in order to not wake laelaps, while accommodating clockwork.prince in its vision. it wasn't unusual to see a game moderator on duty; as an organizer's partner, jormungandr had more of an idea of what the gms were up to -- provided laelaps mentioned it beforehand.

"... thank you for your concern," the dragon added after a moment of contemplation. their status as organizer was masked; they rarely appeared as official members of staff.

[prince]

"Is he doing all right?" The Digimon seemed polite. Lucca was thankful for that. He'd run into his fair share of bad Digimon in his time playing the game. But a bad Digimon was commonly known to have a bad tamer. In Lucca's opinion. He'd rather not imagine bad Digimon being given to good people.

Lucca laughed, softly, his fingers brushing the fabric of his jeans, ridding them of dust and sand from the journey all the way out here. "Guess he tuckered himself right out then? It's quite a bit of work inside here. A lot of work to do and places to explore," the moderator started, throwing out a bit of idle chatter. But he tried to keep his voice low. The last thing he needed was a possible sleep deprived man waking and getting grumpy toward him.