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Garret waved as the man left with assurances before focusing back on Gazimon, his previous grin a bit more strained.
"Can you please stop wondering off like that? If you want to know where to get something then just ask me and I'll tell you," Gar told Gazimon with a huff, the barest of irritation on his face. He may be a kind and forgiving person but that doesn't mean his patience is endless.
"I'd rather not have to deal with any possible damage control when you don't even have a typical human name to be referred to yet," he continued. Maybe if things like that were already figured out he wouldn't be frustrated, even if he wasn't that frustrated yet.
He let go of Gazimon's shoulder when he was done talking about that. "Now would you like me to actually inform you about things around here and get some food or do you not?"
It was easy to forget that Gar wasn't afraid of being upfront.
"Jeesh, take it easy," Gazimon grumbled back, showing the human a deep frown... Although it's effect was somewhat diminished to something closer approximating a pout on her current face. "I ain't actually a child, yaknow?.. Well, stage aside..." She added, a little more quietly. "What I mean is, I can take care of myself." She turned her head, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks out defiantly. The very image of maturity.
"Well, that sorta thing is easy enough. Improvise, right? You drop a name for me in earshot and I'll roll with it. The sibling thing is a solid setup... I think. Siblings is a normal thing with humans, yeah?" She was quick to brush off her shoulder once it was free of the oppressive grip of counterfeit oniisan.
Finally, she relented; it was clear she disliked being treated like the kid she appeared to be, but she was probably less experienced than one when it came to this particular world. "... Alright, I'll play it your way. Food and a tour it is."
"I'm not choosing a name for you. Your name is important to who you are after all," Gar mused in response to just dropping a random name. "It doesn't even have to be a human name per say, just something that can pass as one. And yeah siblings are pretty normal, more common in certain areas than others. Plus with your choice of holosuit it's the simplest solution that still makes sense."
Garret was just glad to step away from the conversation. He wasn't the fondest of heavier things or arguing, which maybe he should have thought about before offering a practical stranger this opportunity. "Thank you," he replied with a quick sigh. "The place we're next to does have places to sit and a menu if you want to browse it unless you have what you want figured out." Gar rubbed his cheek a little as he spoke before turning towards the entrance, walking in with a motion towards Gazimon that basically told them to follow.
"Not really," The techno-glamoured Gazimon denied casually, shrugging their shoulders. "Name's only as important as you make it. Might describe you but definitely /isn't/ you, ya feel? Just a tool like any other when it comes down to it. Anyway, that sounds like a pretty decent cover then. Quick thinkin'."
For her part, the digimon did not seem at all so perturbed, bouncing right back as she followed along. Very probably, such friction was a staple of interaction from whence the virus came. Either way, her unnecessarily exuberant curiosity was dialed back and she remained relatively near to Gar's side as he lead the way through the door. Gazimon seemed slightly disappointed that it seemed so much alike the eateries in the digital world, or at least to the city-side establishments to which she was accustomed, but she answered all the same, "Mmm, I think that gyoza thingy you said sounds good, so I'll give that a shot. What you thinkin'?"
Gar still thought names were important, for many reasons really, but he brushed it off easily enough. It wasn't much of a deal. "You think so? I mean it wasn't really that quick of thinking since I'd been thinking about what to do previously in that kinda scenario."
"It might be a bit heavy for the first thing in the morning, but if you want to try it I won't stop you. It is pretty good after all," Gar mused with a light but clearly pleased grin. The kid really did enjoy gyoza.
"I'll probably just have some miso soup, natto, and rice. I don't really wanna get sick by the time I have gym." He gladly omitted mentioning 'again' in that sentence.
Gazimon shrugged her slender shoulders at this, before lifting her arms up behind her head, offering a short yawn in reply, before adding to it, "Hey, gets the job done and that's what counts. Every added layer to any disguise makes it work that much better."
"Strictly speakin', on my usual schedule, this'd be closer to a late dinner for me anyway. And besides, half the stuff I've eaten to get by back in the under-city, I don't think some human food'll floor me," She gave a light chuckle at her own expense, and took another look around the interior of the establishment they've slipped into. This time of day it seemed that most other custom is scant, with only a light sprinkling of other humans currently in occupancy of the place's seating arrangements. Gazimon finds it amusing how easily she does seem to blend in, only receiving the most cursory of glances from any of the other customers. At least for now, she seemed content not making another scene, her words coming a bit more quietly. "I'll leave orderin' to you, then. Wouldn't want big-bro gettin' sick~"