The other world Puppetmon grinned as he heard the Dark master’s remark. “Lets see who’s faster! Catch me if you can!” Said laughing Voltaire. X’s Puppetmon sprinted further away from the other before leaping into a tree and then from branch to branch.
Voltiare hadn’t had this much fun in quite a while- being in an army usually didn’t give him that much free time to just goof off and play. Jumping off the tree branch he almost slipped on the Puppetmon glances behind him to see where his new friend was.
Puppetmon clambered up into the trees with practised ease. These were his forests, after all; he knew every inch of them by heart, had been playing there by himself for as long as he could remember (which wasn't that long, admittedly, because he had more important things to be doing than remembering things-- that was Machinedramon's job).
He giggled like an imp as he chased after Voltaire. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun, and he wasn't even winning. At least he wasn't until Voltaire almost slipped, giving him a chance to jump for the other Digimon. He took a massive leap from several branches behind and grabbed for the other Puppetmon.
