Pink Head and Sun Things || Sébastien & Stan
Sébastien sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned back around.  Somehow the head talking in such a proper manner made him even more creepy, but he headed back anyway, stopping when he was close enough for conversation to be easier, but keeping his distance.  He really did not want to be close to the head thing.  Even if it apparently did not bite, its teeth still looked sharp.
âYup, he seems to be okay with it! Â Sort of, anyway,â Sunmon answered before floating over to his partner. Â âBastien! Â You shouldnât be standing so far away. Â Oh wait, maybe youâre scared. Â Itâs okay, Koromon said they donât bite! Â And, and, Iâm here to protect you!â
âIf I was scared, which Iâm not, that wouldnât make me feel any better,â SĂ©bastien replied bluntly before turning his attention to Stan.  Well, he did look a bit freaked out.  Not surprising, considering the creature he had got following him around was more on the terrifying side then Sunmon was. Â
He should probably say something to the freaked out guy, but say what? Â It wasnât like he knew what was going on. Â Plus, he wasnât exactly skilled in the art of comforting people. Â Still though, he felt a little bad for the guy. Â Might as well try to say something. Â âWell, I came back. Â What do you want?â
Okay, maybe just keeping his mouth shut would have been better.
Strangely enough, Bastien's standoffish attitude was the thing that began to calm Stanley down. If a kid could handle all this, and still manage to broadcast that disenchanted teenage air, then surely he would be all right? Not to mention, it gave the younger boy an air of authority. There must be other people here, Stanley thought, and simply forming the statement in his mind gave him a sense of purpose.
"I want some answers, first of all," he said, more cautiously than angrily. His goal right now was to get Bastien to stay put. He was by nature a social person, and the vast majority of his questions about this strange world now had to do with the humans in it.
"Did you just show up here, too? And why do our...partners...look different?" He couldn't help but envy the other boy, whose digimon was more aesthetically pleasing than his own, like a floating sun pendant instead of a fleshy pink mouth.
"We're different kinds of digimon, Stanley."Â Koromon hopped over behind Bastien and tried to nudge the boy forward. For a tiny blob, he was quite pushy (and ignorant of personal space). "This is the digital world. I've tried explaining it to him, but he's rather dense," he confided in Bastien as he pressed himself against the boy's ankles. "A pep talk from a fellow human might work wonders."
















