"I am Renamon."
"Call me Miles. Nice to meet you, Renamon."
He offered a hand to the digimon out of habit.
The digimon stared at it blankly for a moment, before looking back at him in confusion.
"Do you need something?"
"Huh? No, I was offering a handshake."
Another blank expression from the digimon prompted him to explain further.
"...you shake it. It's meant as like a... uh... greeting."
"I see."
The digimon reached for his hand. He noticed a few things as it did.
The first thing he noticed: it was very different to a human hand. Instead of the typical five fingers, it had only three, albeit much larger. Each digit ended in a similarly large claw. He wasn't even sure what to call it.
"Is it a hand... or a paw? Or something in between? A... handpaw?"
The second thing he noticed: the 'handpaw' was massive. He didn't consider his own hands small, but as the digits wrapped around his own, it made them look tiny.
The third and fourth things he noticed simultaneously: this digimon had a killer grasp and absolutely no idea what a handshake was.
It was squeezing the life out of his hand and shaking his whole arm almost violently.
"OW OW OW! HOLY SHIT, STOP!"
He yanked his hand out of the digimon's grip before gently massaging it to try and get some feeling back into it.
"...oh, man... note to self, no arm wrestling."
The digimon gave him a curious look.
"Did I not do it correctly?"
"Um, yeah. You don't... quite have the hang of it. The idea is to try and not rip the other person's arm right out of their socket. Here, let me show you. Give me your... err... handpaw again, but this time don't squash my hand, ok?"
The digimon nodded and extended said handpaw to the man.
He reached out and grasped it, before shaking it with much more civility than the digimon had.
"There, nice and simple. See? Doesn't need a death grip, just a friendly squeeze."
As they were shaking, a bright light emerged from between paw and hand. The man yanked his hand away again, but the digimon stayed still. As the light faded, the digimon was left holding a brightly coloured device.
He pointed warily at the digimon's handpaw.
"What the hell was that?"
"It appears we did it correctly this time."
"Did what?"
"We are now partners. Congratulations, Tamer"
"Oh... well, shit."