Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Goro stopped momentarily as Kail dropped to the ground in fright.

"C'maaaaan, what's the holdup?" Haxx complained, turning around to look down at the human. "What? Are you sick after all?" he asked. He wasn't exactly familiar with organic ailments, though he could cure and remedy just about everything from a cold to a severed limb.

Frisk however, had toddled over and placed a paw on the human's head. "Hey- hey- are you scared of thunder?" He asked naively, smirking, only to curl up around Kail and rest his muzzle on his back. "Ish okay, me too." He chuckled, almost comfortingly.

"That's just it- he ain't no doctor!" Haxx told Drake, fuming. "Also- stay outta' my mind, damnit! My data is private!"

"I am TOO a Doctor!" Frisk stood back up and crossed his short arms, stomping a pink-padded foot childishly.

"You're a PHYSICIST."

"I am TECHNICALLY a doctor! I have a PhD!"

"-IN CARTOON PHYSICS!! You're not even the right kind of doctor!"

The Digimon and the Toon's argument was ended by Kole's screech, leaving Frisk with his jaw on the ground, and Haxx rubbing one of the blue appendages on his head gingerly. Perhaps they were ears and not just fleshy horns?

"Tch... just had to go there..." Haxx shook his head, placing a three-fingered hand on Drake's shoulder, which he used to herd Drake along a little more roughly, as if reprimanding him for being too nonchalant about being captured by slavers. If he had read a little deeper into their companion's mind, he would've known that it was not a memory he liked to be reminded about. He grabbed a card from one of his decks and swiped it through the strange device on his wrist, making a pack of wet naps appear in his hand.

The Digimon placed an arm around Drake's shoulder and wiped the smile Frisk had drawn on his face off. "I'd watch your tongue 'round us next time, human," Haxx whispered as he finished. "You're a handsome organism, I'll give ya that. Some lucky perv'll pay, how ya' say, 'top dollar' for ya. If you don't wanna end up as a fucktoy for some fat, rich lech, you'll behave yourself. Capiche?"

"I'm gonna go cheer Mr. Kole up." The little coyote said to no one in particular, producing a cartoon grappling hook from behind him, he fires the grapple up at the tree branches and yanks on it, only to have a massive branch flatten him. He wriggles out from underneath, stars and planets encircling his head. "Hold that thought." He slurred, and produced a pogo stick. With a couple of bounces, he disappeared up into the trees, catching up with the monkey. "Mr. Koooole!" He called, a bird flying into his muzzle, which he spat out and coughed feathers.

Goro looked up at the toon as he vanished into the canopy, and leaned down, grasping Kail's forearm, he pulled him up gently and dusted him off. "No one will hurt you while you are my prisoner, human. Not even lightning." He assured their captive with a cold drawl, though once more, he sounded like he was comforting him. Kinda. These boys, though slaves, were still boys to him. There was no need to be rough unless they gave him a reason to be.