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{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}

"Excuse you, those are my boobs," Bobbi said with a frown, gently grabbing the cuddly Digimon and holding it away from her. She turned a very confused, almost affronted look to Song, and answered her question. "I don’t know, I’ve never seen one before. It’s not mine, that’s all I know."

{Bobbi .:. File City .:. Primary Village}

Bobbi side-eyed the Digimon she was holding at arm's length. She was perfectly well aware how comfy and soft her bosoms were, thank you very much, she didn’t need a newly born lump of tofu to tell her that.

"Um?" she said when the Digimon had introduced itself as Puttimon. "I’m not your mom, though. Do Digimon even have moms?" She shifted her gaze to Song, less looking for an answer and more looking for help.

"He—um, she?" the brunette’s gaze shifted back to Puttimon for a second, then back to Song. "—called you their trainer. So I think that clinches that this is yours. D’you want it back so I can go get mine?"

[ Song : File City : Primary Village ]

Song was just as lost about the whole parental thing with Digimon. She had always just sort of thought of them as something like Pokemon and figured they did have parents, but now that she thought about it, all she really knew for certain was that they came from eggs. She couldn't recall ever seeing any sort of Digimon parent, but she also never watched much Digimon. That would be a question to ask later, though. For now, Song replied uncertainly to Bobbi's question, "Uh. Y-yeah, sure. Here, I'll hold onto it and make sure it doesn't bother you." . She reached out to the dangling Puttimon and grasped it firmly between both hands before pulling it away from the Bobbi.

Holding the Puttimon in her hands really cemented the knowledge of the relationship she and the Puttimon were now in, and as she stared silently at the white blob, realization set in. Now that Song knew that Puttimon was her Digimon, she felt some responsibility for it, and with that responsibility came embarrassment. It was her Digimon that had sexually harassed Bobbi. It was her Digimon with this weird mommy complex. It was her Digimon that was weird and doing weird things and, Of course, none of that was possible. This was all real, even if Song still struggled to think of this as the "real world," and there was no pausing or rewinding life.

[ Song : File City : Primary Village - > Native Forest]

In fact, while Song begun to realize how truly embarrassing her situation was and silently struggled to come up with the appropriate reaction to salvage it, Puttimon was on the move. He had squiggled and squirmed to somehow rotate his body so that it was now facing his tamer. By now, no doubt Bobbi had made her way off to her start her own grand Digimon adventure. Puttimon, for all his clinginess, did seem to really like Bobbi, so he left her alone for this important moment in her life.

"Hey. Hey. Hey," he insisted, trying to catch his dazed tamer's attention, "Tamer. Tamer. Tamer." When there was no response, he simply recycled his words, "Hey. Hey. Hey. Tamer. Tamer. Tamer," over and over again.

Song had actually heard the Puttimon the first time. She just didn't know what she was supposed to say to it. By the fourth cycle, though, she had enough, and in the middle of the fifth cycle she relented even though she had yet to think of anything remotely helpful, "Yes, I heard you, what do you want?". She expected some sort of lecture of how she was being totally neglectful, which she couldn't deny. She was doing a pretty horrible job of tamer-ing in just the first few minutes. She just felt that was the kind of relationship she would have with the Puttimon, the kind where the Puttimon would berate her even if it was all cuddly and loving with "mommy."

However, the Puttimon wasn't frowning, not even in cute indignation. It was smiling, actually. Not as widely as when it was with Mizu, maybe, but still smiling and friendly. "What's your name?" was the question that all of the rounds of "Hey" and "Tamer" had been for.

"Ah, er," as always, it took Song a little bit to wrap her mind around the words she would answer with. Part of her wanted to sass with, "You care about me?" but she didn't know Puttimon well enough to be that rude. She still wanted to leave a good impression on him and test the waters to see how far she could go, so she settled on the boring, "Song. My name is Song."

"Song. Soooong. Sooooooooooooooooooong," the Puttimon played with the name, "Sing a soooooong. Hey, isn't your name a word?".
Song was too confused to come up with an answer right away, so her string of "uh"s, "mm"s, and "er"s were longer than usual. She had been certain that this Puttimon was going to ignore her whenever possible, but now it seemed to be enjoying getting to know her, . However, the question itself wasn't all that difficult to answer, plenty of people asked her the same, "Yes, and no. In English, it's spelled like the word, so I just say it like the word, but it's a Korean name, and in Korean, it's actually 'Song' and not 'song.' It's supposed to mean pine tree in Chinese or something."

"Ahhhhh. Okay!" the Puttimon responded with happy understanding before falling silent. Instead of saying anything, it just stared up expectantly at Song with these round, round eyes.
Song stared back.
Puttimon continued to stare expectantly.
"Er…,"" Song was confused, "Can I help you with something?"
Now, Puttimon puffed up its cheeks indignantly. It complained, "You're supposed to give me a name!".
Scared of its anger, Song held it a little further away as she asked, "Uh… Huh?". Yes. A brilliant reply. Well thought out and deep. Very, very deep.
"A name! A name!" Puttimon insisted, "If you're not going to give me a name, then who is?!".
was Song's first thought, and she seriously meant it as an answer. However, she didn't dare say that out loud lest she further ruin her image with the Puttimon. At the same time, it wasn't like she had anything brilliant to say. After some helpless glances to confirm that, yes, there was nothing but bright blue skies and a meadow and the forest beyond the meadow, she gave a weak, "How about… er… Puttimon? Isn't that your name already?".

Song realized too late. The words had already left and all she could do was close her eyes and turn the other cheek in preparation for the verbal blow she was no doubt about to receive. There was nothing of that sort, though. Instead, when Song tentatively opened one eye to see what was taking the comeback so long, the Puttimon appeared to be in very, very deep though.
Seeing that Song was looking at him, the Puttimon asked innocently, "So Puttimon was my name all along? I thought it was just my species."
Seeing such a pure look, Song actually felt guilty. She quickly took back what she said, "No. No. No. I mean, I was just… Give me a bit to think." She didn't want this little angel to be stuck with a non-name. It'd be cruel. She made sure to nickname Pokemon in a video game, this flesh(?) and blood(??) creature-monster-thing(???) definitely deserved a name of its own.

Easier said than done, though. She had once spent days choosing a nickname for a Pokemon. Even when she had a nickname in mind, she always let it sit on the naming screen for a few minutes to make sure it felt right. She never minded doing any of that when no one was waiting for her, but now was different. Puttimon had returned to staring expectantly at its tamer, and Song couldn't even muster the will to tell it that usually mommies named their children so it should go ask Bobbi. No, those eyes made it too difficult. Plus, this giving of a name, it felt too important for Song to give up. In a way, her choice to come up with the name herself was a little bit of selfishness, the desire to feel important.

Not wanting this opportunity to slip, of course Song would make the mistake of letting her first thought slip through her mouth. "How about Tofu?" she asked and then immediately realized how outright silly that name sounded, . However, what had been done was done.

There were no takebacks from those glittering eyes that were the exact opposite of Song's dread-filled eyes. For baffling reasons, the newly named Tofu had taken a shine to the new name. "Tofu?" Tofu tried the name, "Toooooofu? Toooofuuuuuu. Tofu. Tofu! Tofu? TOFU!!".

Song laughed weakly before asking, "Do you… do you really like it that much?" while wondering if there was some way she could hit backspace like on a naming screen.

"Yes!" Tofu replied cheerfully, "What's it mean? Does it have multiple meanings like your name?".

Under normal circumstances, Song would have sought a name rater asap, but being approached by a clearly sentient mind that like its name so much… It was just so much more difficult to change the name without feeling absolutely guilty. Weakly laughing again, Song answered, "Oh, really? That's… that's good. Ahahaha… Um… It just has one meaning as far as I know. Tofu is a food made out of beans, I think. Bean paste formed into cubes or something?".

"Is it tasty?" Tofu asked. The baby assured, "This is super important to know."
Song thought about it and then honestly answered, "Sort of? It doesn't really have a taste but I like to eat it."
Just that much was enough to appease the Tofu. Triumphant cheering erupted from him, "My name is awesome!"

The thought crossed Song's mind, which slowly descended into fretful worry, . Her legs moved by themselves, pacing Song's body back and forth.

Surprisingly, Puttimon was a good boy. He wanted to play, but he wanted to please. He got his name and got his fill of saying his name, so he waited quietly, smiling away like an angel.

Song, meanwhile, was trying to reassure herself, "Putti- I mean Tofu," Song halted and asked, "Um… Are you a boy or a girl?".

"I dunno!" was Tofu's happy reply, "What are we doing now?". Clearly, gender was not a huge concern to the little thing. Being bored was a more immediate problem.

"Oh… Er," Song stuttered and looked around her surroundings. Just Mizu doing Bobbi things. The big tree. A bunch of large eggs. Nothing much here but a ton of reminders that this was just the start of the journey. If this was anything like the Digimon game and if the Digimon game was anything like Pokemon, then right now would be when she'd need to start grinding. Again, Song felt the inconvenience of real time. She couldn't just pause to go to a wiki and find out everything about Digimon raising. she determined, She closed her eyes for a moment. As she reopened them, she imagined that they shined with fierce determination, like how she imagined her characters eyes would shine once they'd made an important decision. Having pumped herself now, Song placed Tofu onto her head and answered with a smile, "We're going to train a little bit. You okay with that? Oh, and if you want to move to somewhere else, feel free to. Just remain close to me, okay?".

"Okay and okay!" Tofu accepted. Training and fighting and grinding? Those things were written into his very code.

It was all strange and weird, but Song decided that there was at least one good thing. She had the good luck of getting the cute, well-mannered Digimon… minus when it hit her in the head as an egg. Cracking her knuckles, she set out in whatever direction looked kind of wild, which meant the forest to the south. At least, she assumed that, like in Pokemon, she needed to train on wild Digimon.

[ Asura, Karina, & Calumon : File City : Primary Village ]

"Alright, I found it!" Calumon cheered as he returned from his shed, a standard-sized measuring cup in his hands. He stopped in his tracks and looked around for a moment, quickly realizing that Song was no longer there. "Oh," he said, looking in Bobbi's direction, since she was the only human left in the village at the moment. "I guess she feels better now...?" he asked no one in particular, in a very confused voice.

"I believe she went on an adventure," Asura said as she flew over to hover next to the tiny Caretaker. "Meanwhile, the rest of the flock still hasn't returned... I hope nothing bad happened."

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[ Luke, Saria, & NPC's : File City : Residential Area ]

"Oh, that's quite alright, but I didn't mean to scare anyone..." The Kuwagamon's voice had an apologetic tone, but it perked right back up when he was asked a question. "Well, there are definitely many different kinds on File Island," he replied to Kyla's inquiry. "I couldn't tell you about the outside world... Never been there before. Either way, it's nice to meet you!" He gave Kyla a low bow, just as he had given the other human, before continuing. "Your friend here was telling me that you're acquaintances of Karina? Not from the same Family, but still humans, right?" Luke nodded at this.

Or aren't we related? he thought to himself. I mean, for all we know, she might be a distant relative of one of us... There's no telling how long ago she came here, or how time passes in this world as compared to ours. In the virtual pets, time passes by much faster, but in the anime, it's usually the same as on Earth, and...

While the 30-year-old went off on his million tracks of thought, Kuwagamon continued speaking.

"Oh, okay. But it's great that you know her and Asura. If you're lost or in trouble, they're the best people to go to! Well, either them or Wizardmon. Either of them will know just what to do!" Luke's trains of thought all froze in place and shattered into countless pieces upon hearing the name of one of his favorite types of Digital Monsters. One member of that species in particular had also been one of his favorite characters in the Adventure universe. While it was a longshot that the one Kuwagamon spoke of would be that very same character, the memories rushed to the front of his mind all the same.

"...Did you say...?"