((Continued from Graveyard Song))
Bishop slipped an arm around Vanguard's hip, the two riding a slower-moving Trailmon through the cool afternoon of the plains outside the town. It was a little off-putting, barely being able to reach the belly button on the Digital girl he was dating. He was exceptionally tall for a Renamon, but Angewomon still easily dwarfed him nonetheless. He could only hope his Perfect form was better, even if it wasn't ideal.
"So, what's first on our date?" Vanguard asked as the Renamon's arm reached around her, fighting back a giggle both from her question and the touch. The two stood off the back platform of the train, enjoying the scenery.
"Oooh," Bishop drawled, keeping his face impassive. "I figured we could hit the training fields to warm up, knock out a few Digimon, then capture a light tamer, axe their partners, and torture them for information."
" Vanguard said indignantly. "That's not what a date is supposed to be about, I can't believe -"
"And you shouldn't," The Renamon drew the last word out teasingly before looking up to the angel's face. "Honestly, d'you think I'm that much of a bloodletter that I'd take you on a date like that?" He sounded hurt, but he was fine with such misconceptions for the most part. People tended not to hassle him or those he cared about when they believed their safety in imminent jeopardy.
Of course, if he was totally honest, he would consider such an agenda an afternoon well spent himself, and would be happy to share it with someone else. But he knew Vanguard wasn't that someone else, and so he'd found other things they could enjoy together.
Vanguard's face flushed, she knew she'd been had. Darn him
she thought, even though she knew she only had herself to blame. She wasn't left long to stew on it, however, as when lost in thought she ignored the affectionate squeeze of the Renamon's arm around her hips, he reached up and tickled the exposed skin of her belly.
Her face flushed further, though for entirely different reasons as she burst out laughing and bent double. "Apologize and I'll stop," Bishop's voice said teasingly in her ear, while the jittering touch of his three furry digits continued against Vanguard's abdomen.
"F-fine," the angel got out. "Sorry I - thought you - would," As promised, Bishop relented his tickle attack, though more reluctantly than he let on. Vanguard's laughter was almost as pleasurable as her song.
"Didn't know Renamon had such a good tickle attack," Vanguard said, smiling despite a reddened face and panting breath. "Seems like something Pokomon would do better, being as cute and fuzzy as it is."
Bishop gave a brief chortle at the remark, leaning back over the railing opposite where Vanguard leaned against the back of the train car. "Oh yes, Renamon's infamous Tickle Attack, more fearsome than Fox Leaf Arrowhead, and more devious than Fox Change Void."
"Yes," Vanguard grinned, having recovered somewhat with a little time. "Oh, looks like this our stop," Sure enough, the train had rolled into the station, wheels screeching as the trailmon brought itself to a halt alongside the platform.