A grunt upset and wild emitted from the little creature wriggling against Cinque’s grip upon the poke. “MARGOT~!!” came a howl, still cheery, not at all something you’d use to put a pet in it’s place. But still she calmed, ears flopping to the side. One really couldn’t blame the poor thing for no one really enjoyed Cinque’s yelling. “I dunno what a digivice even is~ I got a blankie though! And a list of stuff she can do. If I put her down she’d totally headbutt your leg~~” Two arms folded neatly around the small creature showing she had no real interest in putting her down, his was her new pet, a doll of sorts and she wouldn’t stand for a bump of the head.
Beelzemon almost felt sorry for the little creature, wondering how much more unpleasant Cinque’s screams were for someone with such large ears. Oh well, that wasn’t his problem. “A Digivice is a li’l tool Tamers- human partners- got t’ Digivolve or power ‘em up. In my experience, they come wit’ th’ Digimon.”
Well, most of the time. He was a different case.
“Somethin’ tells me tha’ if she headbutted my leg, she’d get a concussion. D’ya know wha’ kinda animal this is, Sparkler? Species name, not wha’ ya named ‘er.”
There was also the fact that Margot didn’t look at all threatening- but he’d been proven wrong about that fact in the past, one such occasion by the girl he was conversing with.