“I am not interested in people who would disagree with simple fact,” Zen said. “Just because some people have more flesh than others doesn’t make it necessary. I lack all sorts of things other people have. Some say social graces, for instance.”
He looked up at Zorana with a blank face, flashing an unsettling but clearly purposeful grin before turning to the side and pulling up some sort of interface.
“I can fix it,” he said. “You’ll need to stay still so that I can do it properly, but I should be able to bypass server resets. The patch your friend Aster put on your avatar isn’t bad, but whenever we do maintenance that sort of thing gets reset. I can make it permanent but I’ll need to rewrite part of it.”
Zen set to work without really asking, looking between the pulled up screen, full of the typed code itself, and Zorana’s phantom arm, which seemed to glitch in and out, becoming translucent for a moment before opaque again, but any sensation of its presence should’ve begun to dissipate. For this level of digitation Zen could hide the image, but needed to remove all the code for the arm itself, and add in something to prevent the standard rewrite which occurred on reset. Some people’s customizations had been entirely wiped at the last maintenance reset. They practically had to start over.
It was during this phase of testing and writing that the duo would receive several visitors. Not unwanted, but not necessarily invited.Not directly, at least. It wasn’t often that Zen had company.
What a curious person indeed. Zorana just nodded, giving a brief smile of her own before allowing the man to get to work. It was a relief when the strange sensation of a right arm began to fade, but she didn’t have much time to enjoy it before some voices started up behind her shoulder.
“Doru, don’t bother Zen when he’s working!”
“But I wanna see the new human, Ryuda!”
The pair tumbled into view, one of them clearly having toppled from a perch on the other’s back. They’d been peering around the doorway, but now one wandered up to Zorana while the other chased after.
“H-hi,” she replied, giving the--Dorumon?--a smile. The one who must have been Ryudamon bowed to her, coming up behind his companion and nudging him.
“Be polite,” Ryudamon cautioned.
“I’m better than polite, I’m friendly! Anyways, what’s your name?” He blinked up at her, expectant while waiting for her response.
Complying immediately, and having dealt with curious digimon before, Zorana brightened her smile.
“My name’s Zorana. It’s nice to meet you both.” The pair had curious red triangular gems adorning their foreheads. She had to wonder what that might mean.
