Oh, of course. Where Digimon came from. The questions just kept on piling up and Heat narrowed red eyes at his roommate, unsure whether or not the man was being purposefully obtuse. The rest of the whining about his missing eye (he should be perfectly capable of seeing out of two) went ignored.
He was already aware that the door wasn't going to be taken down by any well-placed kick. The action was done mostly on principle. Finding himself basically back where he started, he resumed his pacing for a couple more laps, only to stop at that point and pick up an extra gray shirt he'd discarded on the floor during his rampage earlier. His teeth, just a little sharper than those of a regular human, were then put to use tearing it into strips. It was just something to do with his hands, mostly. He didn't have his armor and, after giving it more thought that he probably should have, he decided the bed sheet wouldn't make a suitable replacement for his cape. The strips he could wrap around his hands. It wasn't much, but it would be something that felt familiar.
At least he'd heard what he'd wanted to hear. The sun was the way it should be, and he was willing to bet the sky was blue as well. Even if it was just relying on the words of a man he didn't know, it still eased away some of the anxiety.
It didn't make him any more pleased to be there, of course.
"It was," he spoke around cloth. "But if it isn't now that's all that's important." The whole matter of coming from different worlds would have to wait until he had more of a feel for what this place really was.
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He was already aware that the door wasn't going to be taken down by any well-placed kick. The action was done mostly on principle. Finding himself basically back where he started, he resumed his pacing for a couple more laps, only to stop at that point and pick up an extra gray shirt he'd discarded on the floor during his rampage earlier. His teeth, just a little sharper than those of a regular human, were then put to use tearing it into strips. It was just something to do with his hands, mostly. He didn't have his armor and, after giving it more thought that he probably should have, he decided the bed sheet wouldn't make a suitable replacement for his cape. The strips he could wrap around his hands. It wasn't much, but it would be something that felt familiar.
At least he'd heard what he'd wanted to hear. The sun was the way it should be, and he was willing to bet the sky was blue as well. Even if it was just relying on the words of a man he didn't know, it still eased away some of the anxiety.
It didn't make him any more pleased to be there, of course.
"It was," he spoke around cloth. "But if it isn't now that's all that's important." The whole matter of coming from different worlds would have to wait until he had more of a feel for what this place really was.