Without thinking, you approach. Your fingers float up to his sleeping soles and contact. They give to your fingers like tiny pillows. A slight press and his toes curl down. Your fingers inch their ways down his buttery soles, caressing each fold. He does not react, however, and the room goes silent. The Biyomon looks confused, but the Hawkmon looks interested. Carefully, he reaches down to Veemon's side and begins poking around. Veemon does not even flinch. Biyomon reaches down as well; soon, several of them are on him. They poke, caress, twiddle, and brush every inch of skin.
Your tongue slides out of your mouth and laps up his soles. A screaming laugh shoots through the room; the Veemon has sprung to life! For good measure, you give the wrinkly soles a few more loving licks. Joyous shouts and helping hands lift him out of the chair and onto his slippery feet. He slips but lands gently on his rear. A quick laugh cuts the momentary tension.
"Thanks everyone. I couldn't have done it without you." Between his smiles to the birds is a slick glance to you. Once again, they help him to his feet. A key hangs from a small slot on the column which the little hero grabs and slings around his neck.
He marches the group to the hall once again. But the challenges have only begun.
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