Anemone sat leaning back and with her arms crossed as she listened to Mr. Mameo. Her 'digimon,' as she had recently learned they were called, sat atop her head, having found it to be a suitable spot for him since his hatching. Anemone put up with it, already getting used to the feeling. He wasn't particularly heavy. Though it did make her a little worried about what size he'd be when he changed forms again--hopefully he'd understand her neck wouldn't be able to handle him sitting there if he got too large.

Mr. Mameo's lecture reached the part about the little digimon needing to go to the washroom. Anemone's eyes narrowed and glanced up.

[color=fff200]"You'd better not,"[/color] she said under her breath.

[color=fff79a]"Wouldn't dream of it! Soiling my personal perch would be no good,"[/color] came the reply from the Gummymon she had named Aero.

The girl reached up and poked him in the side. [color=fff200]"Call me your 'personal perch' again and you're gonna be walking everywhere."[/color] Aero simply gave a giggle in response, patting her head with half of his soft lower body as though to calm her down.

Anemone smiled slightly to herself, enjoying the little guy's company. She couldn't really explain it, but she felt strongly tied to him already...

The thought of which turned her smile into a frown as she looked down at her desk. She had a year to decide whether to stay her, in this Digital World... but even deciding to use that whole year to make her choice would force her to give up on volleyball. That long of a break at her level and age was enormous. On top of that, it'd set her back a year in her life that she already had no handle on. Though... if she chose to stay, then she supposed that wouldn't really matter.

Though her concerns clouded over her, Anemone was still able to pay attention. It was fascinating to learn of a completely different world and how to care for the child-like Aero.

It was a temporary distraction, as the lecture came to an end eventually. Anemone followed Mr. Mameo along with the rest of the small class as he led them to the 'Arena.' Lunch was mentioned by a few indivduals.

[color=fff79a]"Food,"[/color] Aero stated simply to no one in particular, somersaulting off Anemone's head and landing tall, as though he were a gymnastics olympian. He started waddling off ahead of the group, forcing his tamer to catch up to him.

[color=fff200]"I'm going to put a leash on you, I swear,"[/color] she said.

The Gummymon halted, and turned sharply, staring up at Anemone with listless eyes. A moment passed before he opened his mouth.

[color=fff79a]"Digimon are friends, not slaves,"[/color] he said, in a shockingly good but deadpan impression of Mr. Mameo.

Anemone paused, sighing through a mildly incredulous stare. She was already starting to get used to this behaviour. [color=fff200]"Weren't a fan of his lecture, huh?"[/color]

The reply came in the form of an extremely exaggerated back flop followed by loud snores.

[color=fff200]"Don't be rude,"[/color] she chided softly as she reached down to pick him up, keeping him in her arms for now. [color=fff200]"I enjoyed it."[/color] Her mind drifted back to the thoughts she had been having during the lecture. She glanced between the three boys who were her classmates, and Mr. Mameo. Maybe at least one of them had a similar worry. It was worth asking, instead of just being left to wonder.

[color=fff200]"Mr. Mameo..."[/color] she started, deciding how to phrase the question as she went. [color=fff200]"If we decide to stay past the one year time limit, will we be able to see people from... well, the 'real' world again?"[/color]

The girl felt Aero shift in her grip, turning to look up at her, but she avoided his gaze and he kept quiet.