But I already do lots!

Which is to say, mostly he sleeps.

[Terra is not saying one way or another if this is so, but doesn't stop Dorumon from hauling himself onto the other bed and promptly tucking back up into a comfortable looking ball of fluff. That Agumon was huge for an agumon, he's pretty sure arguing with the saurian digimon was not going to work in Dorumon's favor at all.

He just reviews what's happened since the door opened, bemused. 'We both jumped to conclusions', was it?]

You think so? Hm.

[...about throwing him through the window, or jumping to conclusions? Either way he's not really seemingly interested in pursuing it much.]

It's better to have a fight out in the open. No tricks, no traps. I guess you're alright.

[He waves a hand, almost dismissive. It's not just about winning! But ... also not going to argue it.]

....Don't suppose you know what's east of NetSurf?

[Back to that again. The answer's probably 'no'.]

Hey Agumon. What does your trainer feed you that let you get so big?

[Dracmon isn't as interested in sleeping as Dorumon is, it seems.]