“Soooo, Manzi…” the Pikagirl calls out as she leans closer to her Abra friend.

“Hmm?” the other girl asks, blowing on her tea to cool off.

“Ya hear any fun stuff in brain-space? Any juuuuicy gossip ya wanna share?” Risotti said.

“You know I shouldn’t speak of such things,” Manzana replied. It made the Pikachu girl pout to hear such, throwing a paw over the other girl’s shoulder.

“Come ooooon, it’ll be fun to hear how ya think others are doing! Even just Lemon or even… Zucchini?!”

Two other creatures, their Digimon partners, cuddled up close in their own ways. Kijomi the Kudamon wrapping around everyone from behind to serve as padding for them to rest, while Cilantro the Agumon got down on his belly, Risotti throwing a foot up on his back.

“I… wouldn’t mind hearing a bit…” Cilantro said in his growly soft voice.

“You can truly listen to others’ thoughts? That’s quite impressive, lady Manzana,” Kiyomi said in a silky tone with a nod, holding his claws together.

The Abra let out a sigh, feeling somewhat pressured. She ignored everyone for just a moment to sip her tea, letting out a hum at the bitter, soothing taste and heat settled in her chest.
“I hear a lot in your head, too, you know,” she said in an attempt to dissuade the Pikachu girl. Instead the small mouse cooed.

“Oooho! I bet ya do! Ya snooping around in there trying to hear all my secrets? Teehee! What ya been hearing in there, huh?” the gal teased, rubbing the side of her cheek against Manzana’s own.

“… I can’t help it. But yes, some of your activities are quite… questionable. But also hard to follow. Your mind, it moves fast,” Manzana explains. This tickled Risotti quite a bit as she starts giggling.

“Yeah! Gotta keep moving, plotting, having fun!” Risotti said with a broad smirk.

“But there’s also a lot of… worries. Did you want to…?” Manzana asked, hesitating as she second guessed herself. The mood immediately shifts as Risotti loses her smile and pulls away a bit from Manzana’s side to sit up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t had—-” Manzana starts to apologize but Risotti quickly shakes her head.

“I made myself a target asking ya about brain stuff. Heh!” Risotti said, her smile returning but only slightly. “I have been thinking about something, yeah. But ya already know.” Manzana hesitates to answer as she lowers her tea.

The Digimon simply listened, Cilantro deciding to give Kijomi a look as if questioning their inaction. The Kudamon smiles and shakes his head before leaning in to nuzzle Manzana. She giggles a bit and pets the side of his face. Following his example, the Agumon turns to slide his head over Risotti’s tummy, capturing her attention. She gives him an intrigued look, quirks a brow and hugs his head against her belly before promptly giving Manzana her attention again.

Finally the Abra speaks.

“I know I have… a thing… for Zucchini,” she said, already getting context on Risotti’s worries telepathically so she jumped to the meat of the issue. “But he’s not my mate or anything…” Her face begins glowing red as a beet before she continues.

“And you are playful. You are thinking of helping him… in your own way, correct?” she asked. Risotti sways her head side to side a bit as she deliberated her answer, lightly bumping into Manzana as she did.

“He’s always soooo tense. And I’m sooooo interested. The boss deserves some cuddles, ya know? Gosh, I been wondering so badly… ever since me and Lemon started dating. Boys are so goood…” the young Pikachu said, bouncing in place and biting her lip. Even her paws join to enhance her exaggerated reaction, holding her big red cheeks.

Kiyomi couldn’t help but join in at this point of the conversation as something caught his attention. He lighhtly cleared his throat to bring the others’ focus on to him.

“Uhum. If I may ask, what is the main distinction between boys and girls? I’m still trying to parse… the differences,” he said. Risotti looked baffled by the question.

“Ya are?! Aren’t ya a boy?” she said. Kiyomi looked at her back with with equal, yet less theatrical, confusion.

“I… I am?” he asked, shyly clacking his claws together.

“W-what about me? Am I a… boy?” Cilantro chimes in, pressing further up Risotti’s belly. This seemed to fry the Pikachu girl’s head, looking from one Digimon to the other in quick succession, making herself dizzy. Manzana couldn’t help but laugh, a dainty sound that was ill practiced in her lip.

“To us you are boys because of your… things. You know, the squishy thing… under your bellies,” she replied, face still red but trying to get the words out. Both Kiyomi and Cilantro turn to inspect themselves, each having various reactions and answers.

“You mean this “sheath”?” said Kiyomi.
“My slit thingy?” said Cilantro.

Manzana nods, moving a claw atop Risotti’s head to stroke her fur idly, the mouse girl still feeling frazzled. The Abra continued.

“It’s not the only thing. There’s a lot of other qualities that define a boy, and to us especially a boy we find… endearing,” she said, seeming to struggle some with her explanation. “But superficially that part makes you a boy.”

“Ugh!” Risotti suddenly chimes in as she recovers some from her daze. “I can’t believe ya guys don’t know what a boy is. Digimon are so straaaaange!” She flails a bit in frustration, grabbing Cilantro’s head and hugging him hard against her tummy. It made the Agumon stick out his tongue as he was squished. Kiyomi gave a sage nod toward Risotti in response.

“Seems there is much for us to learn,” he said.

“At any rate…” Manzana interjects as she tried to pivot the conversation back to their original discussion. “I won’t be jealous or anything. I don’t expect… to be Zucci’s first. Or find anything wrong with everyone in our team sharing closeness.” The girl fidgets with her empty cup of tea while she spoke, now wrestling with her own thoughts and feeling.

The answer seemed to please Risotti but a part of her felt guilty for putting Manzana in such a situation. She pushed Cilantro off her, to his dismay, and turned to directly face her girl friend while the Agumon yelped.

Manzana turned her head when feeling the movement and gearing the sound of distress, her sight met with the Pikachu’s snout mere inches from her own.

“Yar important to me too, ya know…” Risotti whispered. The Abra gave a weak nod.

“…I know,” she replied, before feeling Risotti’s embrace, a tight hug and lips pressed together in a smooch which made Manzana tense up and shiver. But she gladly accepted it.

The rest of the evening was spend with more laughs, more yapping… and plenty of cuddles.