Digimon Bar

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"That's a wise decision." Rosemon giggled at BWG, "If you don't like the dojo, you may not want to work there at all. I'm constantly trying to improve it for everyone."

"Yeah, and now there's a mixed-gender sauna." Garr smirks, only to wipe it off and go back to his steak when Rosemon gave him a familiar look that hinted she wasn't pleased with his attitude. Despite her eyes not even being visible. Her gaze was felt, not seen.

Leomon had seen the vixen move. He was a seasoned warrior trained to follow movement, and sense intent, and it didn't matter if the action had been dangerous or not. He didn't react however, because her intent was not to attack him, and he sensed that. "Don't do that..." Rez sighed gently, "Don't smell me, I haven't showered after my morning workout yet." He said modestly, not reacting to the way she hugged him as he was not used to such gestures. He gazed down at the Renamon pressing herself against his muscular torso and powerful chest with curiosity in his eyes. "Can I help you?"