This time of year, not many people were visiting the parks. Probably because of the cold. TK preferred it like this, honestly— it was much quieter than going to a cafe and a lot closer than the library. Provided a needed change of pace from his room, too, for when he wanted to focus on writing but both himself and his partner needed some fresh air.
Said Digimon quickly grew rather bored though, silently sitting beside TK, despite how pleasant each other's company was. The boy was quick to notice this, of course. "Hey, Patamon. Don't go too far okay?" Implicit permission to go exploring— and the usual request to not go too far.
With a delighted squeal, Patamon hops off the bench and happily flies off in a random direction. It's after a couple moments of aimlessly flying around that the Digimon spots them— another small critter like himself! It looked a lot like another Digimon, actually, though he couldn't recognize the species.
There were a lot of Digimon, after all! It was impossible to keep track of all of them.
Patamon lands on a low-hanging branch, a safe distance away in case this Digimon (?) ends up being hostile. "Hello, hi! Who are you? I'm Patamon!" Patamon chirps, waving one of his stubby little legs in greeting.
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