"I'm..." The Replica paused, eyes narrowing. After a couple of seconds, he looked to the side and shook his head. "I don't exactly have a name. Not one that's mine, anyway."

"I still don't get that..." Kotemon scratched her head, her yellow eyes half-closed as if she was squinting. "I'm not the only Kotemon, so why can't you be another Riku?"

Grimacing, the Replica clenched his fists. When he spoke again, his words carried a sharp edge. "Because I'm sick and tired of--" Realizing that both Yang and Bearmon were still there, he stopped himself and lowered his voice. "...I'll talk to you about it later. Last thing we need's to start bickering at a time like this."

Especially around a girl. Wasn't that just bad manners?