Komodo jolted awake at the sound of Beelzebumon's gruff voice.
"Er...'ey kiddo, ya weren't supposed to sleep on the floor."
She looked up at him, trying to calm her racing heart. "I...wasn't?"
He shook his head. "Coulda had the couch."
"Oh..."
"Up and at'em anyways. Gonna work on cleanin' up. Can't with ya on the floor."
Komodo quickly gathered up the bedding and set them on the couch.
The pair spent the rest of the morning up the kitchen and the living room.
Once they were cleaned to the Digimon's satisfaction, he left after giving her a few quick words.
"I figure ya need a shower, feel free to use it. And if ya get hungry, there's some stuff in the kitchen. I'll be back in a bit."

After he had left, Komodo took a shower and sat on the couch going through the channels of the television. She found a techno music station and kept it on as she read a book she kept in her duffel bag.
The beats from the songs eventually overtook the young woman and she was up dancing around, eventually making her way in to the kitchen.
"The 'ell ya doin'?"
The sound of the pulsating music nearly drowned out the gravely voice of the Digimon.
Komodo had managed to hear it and froze, her face flushed with embarrassment.
He turned down the music and inquired again. "The 'ell?"
"So-sorry." she mumbled, clasping her hands against her legs and dropping her gaze to the floor.
"Sorry for what?"
"I um..."
"Ya have fun?"
She rocked back and forth on her heels, staying silent.
"All right, then. Don't gotta answer." He waved a hand and disappeared from sight.
Komodo hurried after him, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart that she offended him. As she passed through the doorway, the faint smell of alcohol wafted in to her nostrils. She halted and blinked in surprise. She shrugged it off and sat down on the couch where Beelzebumon was sitting with his legs crossed on the coffee table.
"Since ya were up dancin', I'm gonna assume yer feelin' better?"
"I am still a little sore."
"But better than yesterday?"
She nodded.
"So I'm gonna do a little interrogatin'. And I want truthful answers. Got it?"
She nodded again, fidgeting with her shirt hem.
"How old are ya?"
"Uhm..." She knit her eyebrows together thoughtfully. "My parents forced me out when I was sixteen...I've been in the park for...three years...maybe?"
"Ya not sure?"
Komodo shook her head. "Time just goes by. I'm not sure...I'll guess around twenty."
The Digimon nodded. "Meanin' ya can't stay in an orphanage. Not that I'd think ya would want to anyhow."
Komodo shook her head vigorously. "I spent a year in one before. Never again."
"I ain't really sure where to take ya. Got any family out of state, perhaps? Anybody to take ya in?"
"I...have an aunt. But she's out of country. And I don't think she'd appreciate an extra mouth to feed."
"How the 'ell ya been eatin'? Or keepin' warm if ya said ya were in the park three years?"
"There's places around I would get scraps from. Or once a week, this place gives out free sandwiches to the homeless. Uhm...keeping warm. I'd hide out in some of the twenty-four/seven food places. Not much my choice, but sometimes Kaden would take me to his place. Not the best experiences...but it was a place, at least."
Beelzebumon had remained quiet as she spoke, his expression unreadable. When she finished, the Digimon sighed heavily through his nose, slight dismay etching his hard features. "Resourceful, at least. Yer killin' me, kid. What am I supposed to do with ya?"
"I'm sorry for being a bother..."
An appalled look replaced the dismay. "That wasn't what I meant!"
Komodo sighed and cupped her chin in her hand. "You don't have to lie about it. I'm used to being a burden."
"Now see here. Ya ain't a burden, I never said ya were. Now stop actin' so mopey."
She hunched her shoulders. "Sorry..."
"Ya just have to stay here for the time bein'. I'll keep askin' around, see if I can find ya a place more suitable. I ain't had any company in a couple years. So eh..."
"I...I understand."
He placed a hand on the crown of her head, giving it a gentle shake. "Stop it now. Yer killin' me with all this."
Komodo could not stop herself from a small smile, despite that she felt she would break down in tears at any moment.
He nodded, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "That's better," He removed his hand. "So ya like dancin' then?"
Komodo flushed lightly. "I ah...sometimes. I um...used to take lessons from one of the kids at school, she did a few different types of dancing."
"Ah, that's cool. Might figure, but I rather like causin' a bit of mayhem." he said, giving her a knowing wink.
"Like scaring people or blowing things up?
"Yeh, if I can get away with it. Not much here, though. Meh. I've found these violent video game things ta be just about as fun. And less gettin' in trouble."
She nodded in agreement.
"Speakin' of which, I've had an itch ta play somethin'." He got up from the couch and went down through the hallway.
Komodo waited on the couch for several minutes until the Digimon reappeared with a square black box-shaped object and a stack of smaller green squares in his claws.
"'Ere we go. Just gotta get it set up."
It took only a few moments for him to put all the cords in their proper places and insert one of the games. He settled himself back on the couch with a controller in hand.
Komodo watched quietly as the Digimon played through a game with a humanoid animalistic protagonist fighting against different species of enemies ranging from short square-shaped ones to small bears that fought with weapons like jack-in-the-boxes and lollipop axes. She found the dialogue and overall atmosphere to be enjoyable and entertaining. She could see why Beelzebumon enjoyed the game, with the mayhem and blood-shed that was caused. The protagonist could cut his enemies into pieces with a blade-like armament or even roll them over and cause them to splatter against the screen.
After completing several levels, he finally paused playing to take a break. "So what'cha have in mind fer food?"
"Food?"
"Yeh, the stuff ya eat."
She blushed. "I-I know...I um..."
"Was thinkin' of goin' ta get some pizza or take-out. I don't have much here. Need ta go out shoppin'."
"Anything is fine with me."
"Long as ya get fed, right?" he asked with a small chuckle.
Komodo blushed and looked away.
"I'm just pullin' yer leg. With yer state, I wouldn't figure ya would care what ya got, long as it was somethin'."
She nodded slightly. She blinked in surprise when the Digimon suddenly held the controller out to her.
"'Ere, have some fun while I go fetch somethin' fer us."
"Uhm..." She tentatively took the controller from the metallic claws and gingerly placed her fingers in the proper places on it.
"Be back ina bit."
After Beelzebumon left, Komodo attempted to play from the current level of the game. Being unused to the controls, she ended up killing her character more than the enemies. Undeterred by the failures, she continued her attempts for an hour longer until the Digimon returned with a large brown bag.
Komodo watched in astonishment as he pulled out several metal tins of food and two plastic bowls of rice and one of egg drop soup and set them out on the table along with plastic cutlery and chopsticks.
"Wasn't sure what ya'd want, if ya were allergic ta anythin' or stuff like that. So I got a little bit of anythin' I could think of, and my stuff. I'ma make ya write up a list of what ya like or somethin' so I don't get ya somethin' bad for ya."
"I...well," She halted, tapping her chin. "I think I'm mainly just allergic to peanut products and mushrooms. I can eat anything, otherwise."
"Will try to keep that in mind, then. And ah..." He pulled one of the tins away from her. "This has peanuts in it."
She giggled. "Thanks."
"Eh, don't need a trip ta the hospital, ya know?"
Komodo nodded. The thought of having to be in a hospital for food allergies did not sound like a pleasant idea.
"Well, ya gonna just sit there or ya gonna eat?"
After looking over each tin of food, the young woman settled with the bowl of egg drop soup.
Beelzebumon was picking at a tin of chicken covered in a light orange sauce with a pair of chopsticks while he surveyed how far Komodo managed to progress in the game. "Hm. 'Bout finished with it. Ya wanna play anymore?"
"Maybe just a little."
"Knock yerself out."
The rest of the night consisted of the pair trading the controller after every few tries as the next levels were difficult and helped stem any outbursts from the easily irritated Digimon and allowed each to eat as they watched.
Komodo was busy playing when Beelzebumon announced he was finished for the night and left the room after cleaning up the leftovers. She continued to play until the next death of the character before gathering up her clothes to go change in the bathroom.
As she neared the closed door, the sound of cascading water reached her ears. Oh, thought he was asleep. Sounds like he's showering. I um...where to change? Guess I could still in the living room. Don't think he'll come in there. She returned to the living room. She kept her back to the hall doorway as she commenced pulling her shirt up. It only made it up to the bottom of her ribs before she froze, hearing the sound of slightly muffled footsteps. She cast a glance over her shoulder, her arms still holding her shirt.
Beelzebumon was in the doorway, his mouth agape and his chalky skin a deep pink, a burgundy towel tied about his waist.
Komodo shrieked and threw the closest object, the controller, at him.
The Digimon yelped as the controller smacked him in the jaw and he hurried back from the doorway.
Oh, no. I think I hurt him. She hurried after him after pulling her shirt back down.
He was standing in his bedroom, controller in one hand and the other rubbing his injured jaw. He looked up at her when she appeared in the doorway.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Eh, it's okay. Didn't know ya were changin'. Just thought I'd check on ya."
Komodo had to force herself not to stare at the Digimon. She found it strange to see him without his body suit on, but moreso that he had small scars along his arms and chest. She tore her eyes away and looked up at his face as he held the controller out to her.
"Just try not ta destroy my stuff on my face."
"I won't, I'm sorry. I won't do that again, I-"
"Cool it, kiddoe. Bathroom's free now."
She nodded quickly and hurried from the room to fetch her clothes. Once she was properly changed she made up the sheet and pillow on the couch and tried to sleep.