“Both me and Dobermon found a shell of the bomb that exploded. Is it sufficient as evidence?”

Searching. Looking. Making sure at least one piece of evidence is found. This is what Max and his newfound friend, Dobermon (aka Plutomon), are doing. “Found anything, Dobermon?”

“Let’s go.” And off the two went. ... ... ... ... ... Even though Max had a troubled thought in his mind, but it’ll be saved for later.

“Yes, Dobermon. Amiga wanted me to check it out. You’re coming?”

“....I really can’t say no, huh? But you are the intermediate in those Digital Monster things. I’ll see what I can do.”

“....” What is his girlfriend do- wait a second... Is that sign language? ...Max would figure what Amiga is trying to say... “PLEASE. GO. FIND. THE PLACE. WHERE. ALEX. AND HIS FRIEND. GOT BOMBED. AND SCOUR FOR EVIDENCE. You want me to find evidence there?”

“Thank Amigo’s little sister. She seems to know a lot about you creatures, even if she’s intermediate on them.”

“...” Max knew what the strange being did. If he recalls, Amiga told him that Plutomon is a Digimon? With the changed appearance, Max immediately knew. “You turned into Dobermon?”

“Meaning, what exactly?”

“A WHAT?!”

“Amiga... You need to stop.”

“...Bad choice. Bad choice.”

“...Did my girlfriend-?”

“I’ll take note of it...”

“I spoke too soon...”

“Shut. Shush. Shut up- ...Either way, I wonder if you have any pointers whenever I hang out with Amigo’s sister the next time I see her.”

“Ha... Ha ha... Yes.”

“...There’s this girl I know who I’m a huge fan of. However, me and her started a friendship since the day she went on hiatus. A monkey girl, if you’re wondering. To tell you the truth... I’m starting to like her, and began to call me as a boyfriend in her eyes.” “Crap, did I said it out loud?”

“Hmmm.... ..... ..... Have you... ever tried to impress a girl you like?”

“Urgh... That's not good at all.”

“...What did they do?”

“...What’s up?”

“Hate to admit it, but you’re right, Amiga. Never have I been disappointed with the choice they made.”

“...It was expected. I had a feeling they lost.”

“Hey! Those cheese pizza rolls are meant for Amiga!”

“Corruption.”

“I wouldn’t mind if the U.S. lost, but.... Ugh. This is a no-win situation for me.”

“I’m TRYING to. And could you... do me a favor to rig my home country’s soccer match?”

Sigh.

“Can we move on from yesterday?”

“AMIGA. STOP. There's always a next time.”

“...She’s still bitter with her home country losing.”

“You’re welcome. How about we go to a restaurant place? A Brazilian grill Linda speaks of? My treat.”

“...Do you want a hug?”

Sigh.... “We know Amiga. We know. Can’t believe they used a drug to go evenly matched.”

“México lost...”

“...Brazil lost, have they?”

“Girls...”

“You two didn’t invite me to dance with you? Shame.”

“Amiga... Your inner fangirl of your favorite idol is showing...”

“...” Whistling. He didn’t need to hear what Amiga said.

Temp pinned!

“...Yes.”

“No problem. It’s... kind of a human thing, but then again...”

“It's... a girl companion with who you share a relationship with... Romance or Platonic.”

“Oh... Do you want me to set an example?”

“No. It's a dance form I’m into. Did Amiga told you about it?”

“Close. That’s breakdancing you’re witnessing.”

“You’re... better off asking her when the time comes.”