Such a magnificent city he had never seen, tall buildings that allowed the bright sun to gleam and shimmer as it reflected off of the window panes that made up the sides of many of them. It was even enough to make Shea forget a moment how that trip had gone but that pleasantness was quickly ripped from his mind. And so he turned to Coronamon.
“YOU SUCK!” Shea voiced as loud as his lungs would allow as he finally made his way into the city, hair damp with sweat while mud caked his boots and his shoulder ached. “Why? WHY? What did I do to you?”
“It was the fastest way!” Coronamon exclaimed as he took a defensive posture, glaring up at the human. “Besides now you know all of this is real!”
With that Shea merely made a noise, not so much a growl as an irritated rumbling in his throat, as he turned to march further into the city, grumbling.
“What was that?” The little fire digimon questioned as he followed after him.
“I said, I knew it was real once you punched me in the balls! You little prick.” With sigh and a gesture with his hands that seemed to indicate he was going to try and drop the matter Shea removed a pack of cigarettes of his jean pocket and went about lighting one before it placing it and the lighter back where they belonged. Taking a long slow drag as if it was the only thing in the world that could calm him down he exhaled. “So where is this apartment complex?”
Making their way through the city Shea couldn’t help but take in the sights, so many digimon and people hustling and bustling about the expansive landscapes going about their business, laughing, yelling and what have you, it was hard to believe what Coronamon said about how most these people weren’t even real. They all seemed so much like the real thing as the two neared a tall building with the words “Unit C” stenciled on a large rectangular sign just outside the oak double doors that would lead them inside.
Upon entering Shea could easily say he was… Surprised. For some reason he had expected something more, maybe not marble stair cases or crystal chandeliers, but something a tiny bit more extravagant than the simple wooden floors or the carpeted stairwell, or even what appeared to be an old style freight elevator stationed in the center of the lobby. Just to the right of the double doors Shea found himself face to face with a burly hairy ape of a digimon dressed, rather comically Shea thought, in what appeared to be a doorman outfit.
“Apemon!” Coronamon exclaimed, “This is Shea, we’re looking for a place for him to stay.” The doorman of a digimon surveyed Shea a moment as it palmed its’ giant bone of a club as if trying to decide whether or not to bash the human’s skull in before it merely grunted and stood aside.
“DON’T SET FIRE TO MY BED!!” Shea’s voice could be heard throughout the third floor as he screamed at his would be digital partner mere minutes after finding his way to the previously unoccupied apartment. Accident or not he couldn’t help but feel his new friend may not be indoor friendly with its’ burning tail.