Renamon stared at the floor, stunned for a moment, as one of her eyebrows started to twitch. She moved a hand up at press at her temple, closing her eyes. This was... ridiculous. She was Renamon. She did not 'like' people, she did not have school girl crushes simply because someone understood her and accepted her, thought the same way that she did, and could intellectually keep up with her as well as having martial skills.... Her eyebrow twitched more. She would blame this on this human body. That's all there was. Because anything else was simply ridiculous.

...Right.