Pop Goes the Digitama. [Open!]

"You shouldn't go that way," a tiny voice said from behind Takahiro. Lopmon stood a little ways back down the alley behind the young teen. In this setting, someone sneaking up behind you should be intimidating, not adorable. Yet a tiny, tan and pink bunny with huge ears and three tiny little horns staring up at you with great big sweet, innocent eyes just physically could not be anything but adorable. He beckoned Takahiro towards him, his expression earnest, if a bit serious. Bunnydog had serious business. Or something.

"A few grumpy Gazimon have a den down that way. They won't appreciate someone entering their territory. Are you lost?"

For his part, Lopmon made no move and stood placidly, big innocent eyes looking up at Takahiro with a mild expression. He seemed friendly, if a shade distant. "Gazimon are territorial, predatory mammal digimon. They might hurt you. Or the digitama. My name is Lopmon. It is good to meet you. If you are waiting for your brother to get back why are you wandering? How will you know when he is back?" He paused, twitching his head to one side and almost seeming to stare past the boy. Definitely seemingly to stare past the boy. What was he looking at? Just when the silence became awkward, Lopmon's ear's flared and he leaped diagonally towards an alley wall. His small, strong legs kicked off and his ears trailing behind him snapped towards his feet, propelling him past Takahiro's right side at shoulder level.

"Bunnyjitsu!" he shouted, twirling around and smacking the Gazimon that had been diving for the kid's neck twice in the snout with the palm-like tips of his ears. The cat-like digimon tumbled to the ground with a yelp, slinking back to join the two pairs of eyes glowing in the far shadows of the alley. He turned to usher the boy towards the mouth of the alley, only to discover another three Gazimon watching them from the corner. They'd closed in on the obviously helpless boy awfully quick.

"Oh bother," Lopmon said with a wheeze. "I don't think I can take them all little boy. But I will do my best to protect you."

The Gazimon were scavengers. They'd been looking for an easy fight and some data to share around. They would have taken on a lone Lopmon to get at the kid and the digitama, but that? That was definitely a Champion. They weren't that hungry. After a brief standoff, the pack of Gazimon slunk away into the alleys to search for data elsewhere. Lopmon's ears, once held ready to strike, flopped down listlessly. The fight was over as quickly as it had started, leaving the poor young boy in the middle of some rapidly changed circumstances. Lopmon turned to study both the newly-born digimon and the boy, giving him an especially thorough second glance.

"Petermon is Champion level, and pretty rare. You must be pretty special for a digitama to hatch straight into him for you."

Lopmon was looking on Petermon with something like a quiet reverence. He had wrapped his ears around his shoulders in something like a fuzzy monk's robe and shook his head humbly at Takahiro's apology. "Not necessary. You are a tamer, this is your new digimon partner. Very important relationship. I am just humble Lopmon." He looked up to Petermon, perhaps admiringly. "You are very tall." He looked around warily at the alley, and gestured towards the mouth of the alley with one tiny arm. "Maybe we should leave before more trouble finds you. No need to go looking for it."

"In his case it is fairly flawless," Lopmon commented mildly, gliding through the air to land at their feet and tuck the ear back around his shoulder. "Petermon can share his ability to fly with those he has connected with. It makes sense that would include his tamer." He looked around, perhaps keeping an eye out for the boy's brother. As if he would know what to look like. A human walking without a younger brother, of course. "It was nice to meet you, Petermon. And Takahiro Evans."

"Where did you get the egg?"