2. The Perfect Son

There was a very loud splash six feet below, loud enough for Koh to take off his headphones and put his book down. "The shit, Pata."

"I'm okay!" he heard a distance away. "Sol just shoved me, I'm fine!" More splashing, more attempts at swimming. Koh almost went to get him, then found the little batpig slumped on shore. Sol's voice crackled over the fence.

"Don't twist it like that, you stole the powdered sugar!"

"Because you're not eating it."Pata sounded more put out about that than the fall.

"It goes on the crepes, you incompetent-"

"Behave you two," Koh said with a snort. This was a serious fight, apparently. "Don't ruin my house. It's all I've got. If you're going to bother him Pata, I won't stop him from putting you in the oven. And Sol, just chill and watch your food."

"I don't eat my fellow mons at this level. Their data is too stringy." Sol went back to his place at the stove. "That's my sister's job. She's good enough at it for the both of us."

"You have a sister?" Koh shut his book with a sigh as he spoke. Damn, so much for getting some reading done. Pata was probably going to drip into Sol's lunch.

Sol snorted, flipping the crepe. "We're twins. Somehow, she's a lot more terrifying than I am. Girl likes to screw with people's reproduction too. She once got so angry at a village for their misuse of crops she ruined their egg production for half a century."

Koh whistled. "Seriously?" Girls are weird.

Sol passed him a plate. He was getting way too used to his partner's cooking. He was gonna be spoiled. "She's vengeful when she wants to be."

"Can tell." He took a bite, grinning a bit. "Nice."

Sol looked smug, only to dodge a Neko Kick from above. "Tailmon, you could have gotten hair in the food!"

"I'm sure." The NaviDigimon shot Koh a sympathetic look. Koh waved her off. Poor cat had been looking after him for so many years she almost seemed to care. "Koh, you've got an email coming to your home computer."

Koh grunted. "Who and why?"

Tailmon shrugged. "No idea, the system recognized it though. Must be an old sender."

Koh's eyes widened a little, then he sighed. "Yeah, it probably is. I'll go take a look."

If there wasn't an ID on the screening process, it was an Earth email. It was probably sent six months ago or whatever the time difference was. Glare always told him the number and it never stuck. He didn't want to think about it.

He went to the old PC and turned it on, watching the odd loading screen. If he could just play with it a little… oh wait no, that wasn't allowed. Not after the last time.

Who knew you could make an operating system for your FARM PC onto your home computer? He'd figured it out somehow.

He opened the mail after a few moments of loading and sighed.

"Dear Koh, how are you? How are your classes? Have your Digimon gotten stronger? We finally managed to decipher some of the code in the teleporter program. Would you like to take a look? I'm sure-"

He deleted it.

"Junk?" Sol's voice sounded mildly concerned.

Koh grunted and went back to his book. "Yeah, I need to upgrade the firewall again."

He didn't get letters from home. He got requests for his brain.

Not even a veil between words could get rid of that.