The response to that is another toothy yawn, and Dorumon sits up slowly, rubbing his muzzle with one forepaw. This waking up thing was always awful. "Well, nobody was using it, and Dracmon kicks in her sleep."

As if this is perfectly reasonable. "..But since you're here now you can have it back." The fuzzy digimon doesn't so much climb off the bed as he seems to sort of drip off the side and begin oozing across the floor to the other. Terra watches this for a few moments, bemused. He could have had a normal life, once.

After a moment the map's set down, and he offers one hand to Masaru. Okay, so their very first few minutes weren't the best, but it seemed to be worked out now. "My name's Terra. Sorry for the surprise. This is Dorumon and Dracmon, my partners."