The day was hot. Incredibly hot. Why was the Digital City so blasted hot today?
Barty fanned himself with a newspaper that he'd found in his coat and let out a breath, fluttering his lips as it escaped. He'd allowed himself the luxury of removing his coat but had kept it tied tightly around his waist. His shoes had been kicked off and lay forgotten in the grass, socks stuffed inside of them. The black slack pants legs were rolled up to his knees, showing off hairy legs. Likewise, the sleeves of his white button up were also rolled up.
The tamer sighed and splayed out in the grass, allowing his feet to dip into the shallow pond he'd found in a secluded little corner of the park. It felt so good on his hot feet and he didn't mind the splashing that came from Sweeney's doggie paddle in the center. The shade of a lone tree eased the hotness of the day and allowed Nymph a place to curl up and sleep.
Barty glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She needed the rest; she hadn't been sleeping well at night from his understanding...
The overall heat, while reminding him of his home, necessitated a return to simpler clothing. A simple white cotton gi was all that he was visibly wearing. His sleeves were rolled up, but the leggings were not. After all, though he was sweating just at these temperatures, he didn't want to attract unnecessary attention, besides the fact that he hadn't cut his hair in a while meant that he could almost be mistaken for a girl- especially so in this heat. He looked for somewhere less crowded, but even the most obscure pond he had found had people at it. He settled for that one, as it only had one person and their two digimon. Sitting within the opposite part of the shade from an impmon, he tried to relax with the sound of something in the pond splashing.
Barty didn't notice the new comer right away, instead enjoying the cool of the pond. However, Sweeney had picked up on him and carefully swam his way to the edge of the pond. He pulled himself a shore, his grey fur hanging off him heavily. The large clawed paws squelched noisily on the grass and he stalked toward the boy, tail twisting.
"Keeping the little moggy company?"
The older tamer nearly jumped when his second partner spoke and turned his eyes towards whoever Sweeney was talking to. He blinked before letting a grin stretch his features almost lazily. "'ello,"he said, chipper. "Wotcha?"
Nymph slept on through the noise, curled in on herself and looking so small.
He had been enjoying the peace when the one that had been doing the splashing asked him something. Most of it made sense, except for the last word. And then his tamer spoke up, equally as confusing. "As long as we're trying to confuse ourselves... My hovercraft is full of eels. I come in peace, but the grass is yellow. Why is the sky always grey in The Matrix?" Well, they weren't nearly as confusing as that bit, but then at least they might know what the words themselves mean. It's not like he had a dictionary of British English terms on hand, and since British English was a form of English, rather than a different language, the D-ban failed to completely translate it.