Patamon was sometimes described, unkindly, as a flying hamster by Davis. Normally when Takeru had really annoyed the goggle wearer somehow.

He would deny it or ignore it, of course. But Takeru knew the truth...

*squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak*

It was a familiar noise that had woken him up early far too often. He deeply regretted ever getting the device making the noise.

The blond sighed. At least the clock was close to when the alarm was meant to go off...

"Patamon?"

*squeaksqueaksqueaksque-*

"Oops, sorry..."

"If you're going to run in the hamster wheel this early in the morning, oil it first!"