Check out his house
“I’m never going back. Never had I seen little kids weaponize poison ivy like they did.” You shuddered. Pushing those dreadful thoughts to the back of your mind, Guilmon continued to lead you through the village, pointing out each hut and naming who resided in each. As you two reached the other end, you asked, “I’m guessing you run this place?”
Guilmon smiled and gestured to a hut that was nearby. It was about a quarter larger than the norm, indicating he was at least seen a figure in this village. “Unofficially. Everyone looks to me, but I don’t consider myself anything special.” He placed a hand behind his head and chuckled sheepishly.
“I think I like this Guilmon better than that lost child.” You thought to yourself. Then again, your knowledge of the series was rather murky, so you thought your opinion amounted to little anyway.
“Come on. Let me show you it.” Dragged along by Guilmon, you went inside his hut. The main room had two windows and a fireplace. The furnishing were old but had a story to tell, so they had to be antiques with what looked like hand-carved workmanship in each area of the room melting into the beauty of the next with some delicate settees next to more heavy bookcases that mated with the walls that appeared to be actually used.
“Look to you? You sure people don’t donate stuff to you?” You quipped with a chuckle. While there was no competition in comparison to your home and room, for what it was worth, Guilmon’s hut was pretty nice.
Guilmon chuckled. “No. Would you believe most of this comes from scavenger-hunting and long trips I take every once in a while?”
“Not really.”
Guilmon laughed heartily, taking your dry humor at face value. “Well, that’s the case here.” He walked over to a door near the corner and opened it, revealing another room. Peeking in, you noticed it looked similar to yours at home. Minus all of the items. “Here, you can rest in here if you want.”
You walked in the spare bedroom and checked everything out. It would do for the time being. To be honest, rest was the last thing on your mind. You still wanted answers. You still wanted to go home.
“I’ll see if I can salvage some food. Have patience,” Guilmon said, leaving you be.
Written by grade-amasterpiece on 07 April 2016
