Digimon Bar

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Rosemon laughed heartily, catching the confusion in his tone. "It's just that I've never seen any of the Mega level Greymons' faces before, and you all seem to talk without moving your mouths with your masks on!" She giggles, propping her chin on her palm. "Suffice to say, you have a handsome face. I'm happy to have seen it."

Garr laughed at the bartender nervously, "Gimme a break, Mac- the kid's no fan, I'll tell ya that! He's a new student over at the dojo. He's... eccentric." He clears his throat and speaks out of the corner of his muzzle. "-So if the back door's unlocked- please keep it that way so I can slip away! I just wanted a break from him!"

"I quite understand," Leomon grinned at Guilmon, "You prefer the route of a pacifist over the route of a warrior, and I respect that." He says, and reaches into his coat, producing a container. He opened it and it released some steam, before he reached into it and produced a steamed meat bun, offering it to Guilmon. "Would you like a pork bun?"