PLAYDATE [KASUMI/XAVI]

"Speak of the devil..." He muttered as he heard someone greet him as they approached, shifting his gaze from where he sat on top of the monkey bars to give them a good look.

In the dark of the night and with only the moon as illumination, it was a bit hard to recognize Red. But recognize her he did.

He blinked once, then twice, then ran the calculations in his head of just how likely it was for him to run into this girl out of everyone else possible on ENCRTYPE, and quickly gave up on trying to mentally calculate such numbers.

"Red?" He asked, visibly squinting. Over on the other side of the playground, KoKabuterimon turned his attention to the new person on the playground, stumbling his way towards them. 

"Oh, is this them? She doesn't look like a digimon!" Pointed out the beetle, scratching at the back of his head while looking at her up and down. "So where's the digimon?" He did, his gaze settling onto her bag a bunch later.

"That's Red, KoKabuterimon." Muttered the blonde from his perch as he tugged down the cough mask, taking off the hood as well. "Say hi. No dramatics this time, please."

The KoKabuterimon stared at his partner for a moment, crossing his arms and clicking his tongue. He seemed to forget about it quickly however, turning to face the red head.

"Yo! I am the spectacular KoKabuterimon, a pleasure to meet me, I 'm sure!"

"Yo-sh! I, am the fabulous KoKabuterimon!" Repeated the beetle for Mirrormon's sake, puffing his chest as he felt the chilly night breeze pick up just on cue, sending the bug digimon's scarf flapping dramatically in the wind.

Toshiro didn't even blink or glance in his partner's direction, instead shifting the backpack he was carrying so that it moved from his back to his chest. 

"Here. Make them last, you little rascals." He said, throwing a couple of snacks at his partner's back. They slapped onto the back of the Beetle's head, bouncing off and over it, the bug managing to react swiftly enough to catch them before they hit the floor.

"No need to throw them." mumbled the beetle as he looked over the snacks with gleaming, hungry eyes. Toshiro didn't need to actually look at his face to know what was going through the digimon's head.

"Don't be a jerk, KoKabuterimon. Those are for you and Mirrormon to share." Reprimanded the blonde rather weakly. Kokabuterimon's reaction was no less sharp however, looking over his shoulder at his partner and harrumphing.

"I wasn't gonna do anything anyways! Here!" He said, holding out Mirrormon's parts while trying and failing to flip Toshiro off with his other massive fist. "See?!"

Toshiro responded with a yawn.

"Sorry for doubting you." He supplied later, before stretching his arms over his head with a grunt and then laying his body over the rest of the monkey bars. "With any luck, Cabana-guy and 'Jorge' will be getting here sometime soon. For now, off you guys go and do whatever you digimon do when alone. "

"Kill each other?" 

"Whatever you do other than killing each other."

"Uh..." For once KoKabuterimon seemed a lost for words, though the beetle recovered quickly enough. He looked at Mirrormon for a second, shrugged his shoulders, then said.

"Hide and seek?" He suggested, covering his face to mimic hiding.

"You-are-it?" He said next, pointing at Mirrormon, then at himself.

"Digimon Hyper colloseum?" He produced a deck of cards out of seemingly nowhere, the image of an agumon printed along the surface.

Toshiro stirred from where he laid, turning just enough to give his partner a look.

"Wha- Where did you get those?" He asked, looking more befuddled than anything else.

"They were in a shoe box in your closet." said KoKabuterimon. The rules pamphlet had also been inside the box.

"If you say so." Was all the blonde young man said to the Gazimon from his perch, eyes still closed and resting. 

"Of course cards have hearts." Said KoKabuterimon, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The TV said so." He explained to Jorge, as if that would clear away any doubt.

He then turned towards Mirrormon, giving him a thumbs up and a wink. "He who believes hardest, wins!" Or that's what it seemed like anyways. In the show it was clear the main character believed the hardest out of them all. Seeing how he was pretty much the only one who spoke about it.

The beetle dropped on his butt and crossed his leg, before dropping all 60 cards onto the floor. 

"So, the rules say we gotta spread all 60 cards around, and take turns picking cards, one at a time. We have to form a 30 cards deck each."

The rule made perfect sense to KoKabuterimon, who had no sense of planning Decks what-so-ever. His partner though, had pretty much stepped away from the game for the very same reason, among others.

Unlike Mirrormon, no amount of facination could keep the beetle distracted from his hunger, the bug munching onto his snacks as he explained the way the game went to the little Mirror.

"You gotta first pick a rookie digimon who will be the first digimon in your duel zone." He said, before reaching for a Tentomon card. "I'mma pick this cool guy!"

Jorge seemed to have another idea for a game, and while Mirrormon seemed excited to try just about anything, KoKabuterimon stared at the Gazimon wondering what the heck he had meant by 'nothing inappropriate'.

"Eh? What does that even mean?" He wondered, scratching the back of his head. "What would be something 'inappropriate'?"