“And when Winter winds blow freely in the Digital World, it was all the work of Frigimon, who made history by adopting the little Keenan as the first person from the outside world to join our world.” read Wizardmon to Gatomon as they stayed cosy and safe in their warmly lit living room. “What if you were to adopt an outsider?” asked Gatomon. “I’d be a good father to him. I’d feed him well and look after him, and teach him the ways of nature - the same way I taught you. I’d show him how to never listen to what other Digimon say about his appearance, because I will be the best father the Digital World has ever known.” “Then I’d have a little brother or sister!” cried Gatomon, clapping her paws excitedly. “You’d have a lot of responsibility taking care of her,” said Wizardmon, a smile under his scarf. He scruffled the top of Gatomon’s head, and she giggled innocently. Then he saw the clock on the wall - it was shaped like an otter lying in a circle shape. “Look at the time! We don’t want to stay up late now do we?” “Nah,” said Gatomon. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” Gatomon and Wizardmon snuggled safely in their cosy, soft bed that’s just big enough for two and surrounded by huge pillows and cushions, and soon, the two fell asleep to the lullaby of the howling Winter winds outside.
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