Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Terry smiled and waved back at ------ meekly. ------ and the company he kept were not like the other, bigger people who looked at the fox and saw him as easy pickings. For one thing, ------ wasn't a shapeshifter, and he wasn't very masculine, so Terry wasn't intimidated by him, and maybe even found him- all of them- somewhat attractive. But really, he was preoccupied with other things to really look at them. Like getting familiar with his own body. It was only last month that he learned how to stop sitting on that big, floofy tail of his.

It was comforting to know that they were in the meeting though, despite almost never really interacting with them in the past. They were really nice to the fox who could not shift, far nicer than a kick to the stomach, or being stripped and humiliated. He tried not to make eye-contact with them, but every now and then, Terry's vulpine eyes wandered and fell upon ------'s smiling face. Not a sneer, or a smirk, a smile. It was pleasant. He always ended up snapping up to face somewhere else and hoping that he wasn't caught looking, blushing slightly at their antics.

Z grunted back a similar greeting to acknowledge the hybrid. As much as he was starting to enjoy speaking in a human tongue, the universal lupine-shifter language was nice and familiar, despite the diverse accents and intonations used by different species of lycanthropes, and thus welcomed by him. The wolf wore torn pants and a gigantic silver collar that served as his unique dampener.

Jag nodded at ------ as he left Z at his corner and passed him by to discuss the agendas with ------, ------ and ------. "So. Today's meeting..." He said in his deep, velvety, sophisticated voice. "...Will go much smoother than the last one, I hope."

The doberman was about to say something else when a Flamedramon kicked his way into the Gazebo.

"BLAMMO!" Viz declared his usual catchphrase, shutting the door behind him again with his heel before placing his laptop on the table with ------'s contributions. "Laddies and gentlemen, I am awesome." He smirked, totally impressed with himself and quite stoked. "Oh, and I finished that algorithm we talked about last time. We could actually do something today!" He beamed enthusiastically, practically radiating his energy. Or maybe that was just his body heat. He glanced over at ------ by chance and grinned a little. He found the self-seclusive demeanor some of these 'rebel without a cause' teenagers had sort of cute. Always gotta be the tough guy, the funny guy or the cool guy. Well, when he was a teenager, he had been the nerd, so he couldn't really relate.