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Christopher stands before the beast. His name is Ballo as he recalls. And he's a Digimon (he doesn't know what a Digimon is, he never asked). The beast is vastly taller then he so Christ has to crane his neck up, "Sir Ballo," he says in a most polite tone, "Do you want a drink?" It's a silly question Christopher feels. The drink, which stands on a silver tray he's holding, is tiny compared to this beast. It's nothing more then a sip.

Ballo didn't answer, or move, or twitch, or anything. He's seems to be staring ahead, towards some invisible spot of interest.

Christ waited. Maybe Ballo didn't hear him? Hard to believe, Ballo's ears are incredible long...or what he thinks are ears...they might not be, maybe they're just decorative appendages. Maybe he should ask again? He didn't want to sound pushy, or disrespect this beast in any way. His Demastre (Master) would punish him for days if he didn't treat Ballo, his good friend, like royalty!

The beast, suddenly, loudly, yawns, Christ flinches. "Ugh I just can't stay awake today." Ballo says in a loud mumble.

Was he sleeping this whole time!? But...he was standing here...staring at nothing. He sleeps standing up? Confused as always Christopher just takes a breath, asking again, a little louder this time,"Sir Ballo, I have a drink for you."

"Eh?" The beast looks down at this new voice, at the human. "Oh, you." His voice rumbles deep. "Did Carousel send you? Probably. A drink? I would ask what kind it is but knowing Carousel it's something overly sweet that'll make my teeth cry."

Christopher says nothing.

"Oh just give me it," With a large hand the Digimon carefully takes the glass of red drink. "It smells sweet. Urgh. Does he ever offer anything else. What if I offer it to you instead?"

This makes Christ blink away surprise. "Me?" No demon ever offered their drink to him. Why would they? He's just the pet around here. Carousel's pet. "Um. Well, I'm not allowed to drink with guest over."

"No? Pffft. What's he afraid of? You getting drunk and spending inappropriate time with demons you don't know?"

"...I guess."

"Thing is," Ballo lends over, his sharp yellow eyes focused on the human, "You know me. And Carousel is my best dork. I don't think he'll mind if you have a drink, or few, with me. So, take it," He again offers the glass, "You look bored anyways. You'll have much more fun with me."

Christopher swallows hard. He didn't want to take the drink, he didn't want to disobey his Demastre. But. He also didn't want to be rude to Ballo. Maybe he should take the drink...his Demastre would also be angry if he didn't. What does he do! He doesn't want to cause trouble. He would ask his brother, but, of course, his brother is busy with the other demon guest. He has to make this decision himself.

Ballo only continues to stare him down...a faint smirk flickers on the Digimon's face.

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