"So how was your guy's day?" I asked my digital companions as I sat down.
"The hill was mostly quiet," yawned Kypmon after a moment. "So we had a tasty snack and backed in the sun a bit."
"How is that different from what you two usually do?"
Zeke huffed in annoyance, an endearing expression on the small wyvern bat-dragon in training type. "I wasn't done!" he keened before continuing. "The lowlands though... the wetlands could've been better," he said with a frown.
"This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with why it looks like you've just finished drying off, would it Rön?" I turned my attention to the minute, tawny colored Renamon standing next to me.
"Yes," she replied tersely with a somewhat blank, shallow smile. Her eyebrows shifted, furrowing slightly. Clearly, it wasn't a fond recollection.
I patted the empty space next to me on the couch. Rön accepted my invitation to continue and sit down, letting out a small groan of annoyance as she did so.
"Keromon," she griped