Dorumon clumsily reaches for the source of the voice and drags it to himself across the ground, still pinned down by the insistent Bagon. He blinks at it, turning it around a bit. It...has a screen, and buttons...there's something comforting and familiar about it, though he's never seen anything quite like it before.]
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Dorumon clumsily reaches for the source of the voice and drags it to himself across the ground, still pinned down by the insistent Bagon. He blinks at it, turning it around a bit. It...has a screen, and buttons...there's something comforting and familiar about it, though he's never seen anything quite like it before.]
What's a human?