"I guess it's still good for trade. Digimon have a whole different sense of taste than we do," Jyou says, only a little mournfully.
He peers at Barry for a moment, then smiles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess I won't pry, then. Oh! But if Yamato's not taken you to Odaiba yet, he totally should when we're next back there! It has a ferris wheel! And the best mall in Tokyo!"
"Had," Yamato says.
"Had those things," Jyou says, slightly downcast. "Yamato and Taichi's battle with Alphamon managed to level the entire shopping district a few months back. But it's being rebuilt! Should be open again by Christmas!"
As he talks, someone else starts to emerge from the mists: A young woman around Yamato's age with a tennis player's build, auburn hair, and reddish eyes, carrying herself with the same confident presence that Yamato usually has.
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He peers at Barry for a moment, then smiles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess I won't pry, then. Oh! But if Yamato's not taken you to Odaiba yet, he totally should when we're next back there! It has a ferris wheel! And the best mall in Tokyo!"
"Had," Yamato says.
"Had those things," Jyou says, slightly downcast. "Yamato and Taichi's battle with Alphamon managed to level the entire shopping district a few months back. But it's being rebuilt! Should be open again by Christmas!"
As he talks, someone else starts to emerge from the mists: A young woman around Yamato's age with a tennis player's build, auburn hair, and reddish eyes, carrying herself with the same confident presence that Yamato usually has.