Abel and Kain
9.

Surprisingly, considering the trouble he'd seemed to be having initially, Kain was done with the digivice over the weekend and Tomomi gave it back on the Monday. 'So will you get a digimon for yourself?' they asked. 'Come on, you can't be the only one.'

Tomomi shrugged. 'I don't even know how I should answer half those questions.' She meant the questionnaire they had to fill out before they got the digimon that matched their personalities best – or so the process went anyhow. She hadn't actually seen the questionnaire, but her friends had told her about that as well. And they were pretty probing questions. Some people seemed to answer them honestly. Some were on the other end of the spectrum, just putting down random answers and somehow getting away with it.

Honestly, Tomomi didn't see the point of doing all those questions. More likely they were one of those research things where they milked the participants for all it was worth under the guise of something else. Besides, her grandfather knew her well enough. She didn't need to dissect herself for him. And she didn't want a partner anyway, even if friends did have one and she'd probably wind up getting one sooner or later anyway, just because they had them. Because she couldn't be out of the fold for long. The atmosphere would subtly shift and they'd stop inviting her. They'd whisper behind her back and a wedge would slowly be forced in…

And Kain would tell her she was an idiot, or something far more vulgar, when she caved.