He turned his head and saw a tall woman, probably a teen, and the very person he’d been searching high and low for—Akari.
“Dorulumon,” he corrected before he stared sternly down at Akari. “I told you to stay put while I got Cutemon from the tree.”
“But I was bored.”
“Akari,” he growled, picking her up by the back of her shirt with his teeth and placing her on his back. “You’re grounded.”
Ah-- Dorulumon. That was his name. She nodded, putting the name to face for the next time they met.
Watching the scene between partner and Digimon, Masaru giggled a little. She hoped Dorulumon wasn't too stern with his friend.
"Is Cutemon still in the tree? I can held get it down."










