This was it. This was how it was going to end. Not in a bang of Goblimon's banging club or the fiery balls of flashing cosmic digi-fire, but in a brazen, bold, and otherwise he'd say really well executed attempt at escaping his fate of utter and sheer humiliation by creeping to the hallway window a few down and escaping for his proverbial but far from actual life...until now.
The ground was throttling in fast. He had some grip, some vague sense back to the time they'd been ripped up and out, rolling in tidal waves of digital fluid, washing to land, unconscious, in another world. A whole life time ago. He had one brief moment to pray to the digi-gods that he'd make this, go back there one day, Augumon yelling in time with him as they fell, clung to one another like a child clutching a teddy bear.
Tai's voice died abruptly as something jerked them to a stop, swooping them up and away in a flash of wind and furious movement, heart pounding in his (alright, alright--her) ears. Hair flying every which way, currently a mess of spikes and brown, wavy lengths, catching more freely to fly in the whipping air about him, constrained only by the goggles at his forehead.
"Ho-my---god." He gasped, laying flat and sprawled on Izzy's lap, his features definitely feminine. Shapely in all the ways Sora wasn't actually (not that he'd tell her--he was stupid not suicidal) while still holding some kind of tom boy appeal--baggy clothes, a set of bangs and mismatched spiky hair that ran down to his back. Well, unfortunately skinnier too than he'd ever ask for and yeah, about a good inch or two shorter.
Tai groaned loudly, an incredibly exaggerated thing, relief filling the far too comical tone of his voice. "You're a life saver Izzy." He gushed, hands dramatically over his head as he peered through them at the other, pale as a sheet, the relief wavering in time with his off kilter tone. Typical Tai in his inflection, grimacing with a red touch of his cheeks at the smack. "Ow--" He complained at once, reaching much smoother hands to the bag of his head with a disgruntled look.
"I--" A grin came back to his features pretty much at once, a slight, hasty laugh there akin to a kid trying to get out of trouble, touching a finger to his face in awkward thought, "Wellll I was...thinking...I....would.......go for a stroll?" He tried, tone pitched slightly as it always did in these kinds of situations, without much success, shrugging with a grin. At instinctively recognizing that wasn't about to fly he took his more gaze to the side, shoulder abruptly slumping. "A-alright. Alright, you caught me, Izzy." He finally admitted, "So I---well. Look, can you really blame a guy?" He asked weakly, gesturing vaguely down to the ridiculously baggy clothes he was currently wearing.