A frisky red haired boy was into the premise of the park. The boy had his hands tucked into his pockets and he couldn't help but giggle at himself for wanting to be a kid again. The park was certainly busy today as it usually was. The boy walked over to an abandoned bench and set himself on it. He continued to eye the people conspicuously.

His trusty digimon partner, Hawkmon was flying above head him. The bird managed to fly himself over to a tree and perched himself so he wouldn't be noticed. "The park is most certainly busy today isn't it Bien?" Hawkmon was looking for anything out of the ordinary, he didn't want to give his cover away though. It was his mission as a digimon to look out for Bien's well being, no surprise attacks would get by him.

Bien continued his lounging, god were benches comfortable. The real reason he was at the park wasn't to do recon, but to get away from his father who in fact was a pain in the arse. They were fighting about what Bien was going to do with the fact that hes old enough to get a job. Bien doesn't think its right for someone of his age to get a job, a boy his age should be tending to his school needs and not slaving over some job that pays very little. Most likely the reason was his father didn't want to deal with him.

Since the beginning of his birth you could sense a feeling of unsettlement, the man didn't like his son. He wished his first born was more responsible and active in some type of sports, many things. Bien spends his days singing or sewing outfits for himself, something a manly man wouldn't be caught doing. Taking a long and easy stretch with his legs and arms, he stretched them as far as he could. He then took his arms and held the back of his head. "Such a waste of day..." He said.

Hawkmon still hadn't noticed anything strange, it was a shame to he was in a fighting mood. Taking his left wing he started to nestle around with his feather headdress, he was that bored. The feather would plop up, then down, up, then down it was really annoying.

Bien sighed. He could hear a girl complaining about a device that was unfamiliar to her. Getting up from the bench Bien walked over to the girl. "Its called a digivice." He took out his, which was painted a maroon color. "You use the digivice to digivolve your digimon. Do you understand?" He hoped the girl was listening cause he really did hate to repeat himself.

Hawkmon watched Bien as he walked himeslf over to a girl. Could Bien be going against his sexuality? He couldn't... thought he was gay. Hawkmon chuckled in delight at the site of Bien talking to a girl. "Oh Bien your so dreamy...." He said from the tree. It was would be hard for anyone to pin point the hawk digimons position, since it was hiding. But out of nowhere Hawkmon was hit by a medium sized rock. It was chucked at him by Bien who was furrying with anger. "I'll show you dreamy you fool!"