Calm In The Night [[CLOSED]]

Toshiro didn't often go out of his home without reason, but ever since that giant beetle had forced itself into his life, he had been going out way more often, with or without its incessant prompting. He just needed a break from the overbearing insect, a moment of peace, silence and calm in his now loud, stressful life.

He didn't really fancy walking in the dead of the night alone and defenseless, but he figured if he got mugged and stabbed then at least he wouldn't have to go back to the loud Beetle.

He didn't look particularly impressive that night. Dressed in a hoodie and a shirt that had seen better days, basketball shorts that were too big a pair of fluffy, pink slippers that were intended for the winter, every step he took in public was a crime to fashion everywhere. 

The fanny pack around his waist was just the cherry on top.

He stumbled across the park like a drunken man, his legs wobbly and seemingly unable to remember how to walk. He had been laying in bed for nearly 2 days before trying to escape the bug, and he was paying for it now. 

One misstep and he found himself hurtling towards the grass before he could even process what was happening. His face soundly face-planted into the dirt, a grunt escaping his lips as he nearly swallowed grass.

The taste of dirt was rather awful, in his humble opinion.

Toshiro very slowly picked himself up, spitting grass with an expression of mild disgust in his features. His ears could pick up a commotion close by. Somebody was shouting, though he couldn't quite pick up what was being said. Was somebody getting mugged?

Maybe he should turn back the way he came. 'And go back to the bug. As. If.' He would rather get mugged than have to deal with the giant Beetle. Heck, maybe the thief could take the digigizmo thing off his hands. Would the Beetle follow whoever got it? He could only hope.

Stumbling towards the sound of the screams, he found himself cursing under his breath at the scene he stumbled upon. "Oh, Come on."

It was a lizard. 'Kotemon' his brain supplied, memories of the digimon anime surfacing. He... could not recognize the other one besides the girl with... Goggles. 

"I sure hope she's doing it ironically." He commented to himself, moving his gaze from the duo to... yet another incredibly interesting sight. "I wonder how much hair gel..." He was actually kinda jealous... how much did it cost to keep a hairdo that badass? 

He found himself ignoring the Kotemon and the girl, walking towards the other young man in the scene with both hands lazily in his old hoodie's pockets. His puffy slippers made a slight ripping noise as he dragged his feet towards the young man. There was no digimon with him either. Was he just an unlucky by stander?

"Yo. Lovely night for a walk, ain't it?" He started, finding himself yawning. Right, it was very late, wasn't it? His body already wanted him to go to sleep. He lazily gestured with his neck towards the other two. "What exactly's going on over there? Looks like a bunch of cosplayers. I thought the Digimon anime craze died a bunch of years back."

Toshiro nearly jumped when the girl's voice suddenly rose to reach him and the guy with the awesome hairdo. He hadn't even thought they had been noticed. That said, he felt a little pity for the brunette. Her digimon clearly had no intentions of playing.

"Kids sure are good at staying in character these days, huh?" He said to his awesome hairdo fellow bystander, casually gauging the man's reaction to the scene. He didn't seem too put off; had he taken the cosplay bait?"Wonder how a kid that fits in a costume that small is able to talk, though."

After giving him a strangely cryptic answer, awesome hairdo dude proceeded to stomp all over any possibility of being a simple bystander.

Toshiro was beginning to wonder if this was his life now. A digimon suddenly fell into his life and now he would meet them everywhere he went? Or had digimon always been this common and he hadn't noticed from the comfort of his bedroom?

Well, he was here and the hostilities seemed like they would be wrapped up. He approached the girl and dog duo while the awesome hairdo guy talked down the Kotemon, crouching by the dog. 

"How do you fit a kid old enough to talk in this?" He wondered outloud, almost snorting to himself. He didn't even know why he was even bothering with keeping these charades. 

Well, at least it was amusing.