A New Gig [Ariachne Closed]

[Gill A. Mesh]

It had been a few long weeks for Gill lately. Barely pulling by and stealing food so he could survive on these streets. Not being able to mooch off people was a lot harder than he had anticipated. Throwing what little pride he had left out the window, he made his way towards the Digital Archive, he had heard rumors that they were looking for a temporary babysitter to take care of the baby Digimon while Elecmon was attending other parts of the Archive. Before actually going to fill the role, however, Gill wanted to wander about the place to get a fill for it.

"This place is depressingly cute. Even the grass feels like rubber."

Gill spoke as he threw himself at the ground, only to bounce partially back up to his feet. without any damage to his person. However, the small huddles of baby Digimon made the trip a bit more bearable as they mostly ignored Gill, far more enthralled by the toys and the like that they had to attend to. Continuing on his way, however, Gill was taking as many mental notes as he could fit in his tiny, short-term memory.

[Databank]

Looking at the man that was heavily ponder, the girl that was called Ariachne would soon rush forwards in panic.
Knowing full well that nothing could push her to speak outwards, that nothing could push her to slam her words out of her mouth to warn him vocally.
Taking her tiny fists and slamming it onto the man his torso while flailing awkwardly, she just tried to warn him that a cart was trying to cross the path.
Her eyes closed and teary as she then looked up at the person that was pondering softly, before then attempting to snatch the cigar out of his mouth and then trying to snap it in two, but horribly failing.
Tiny sweatdrops running down her forehead as she puts in as much effort as she could, this human without her digimon.