"You bet. Poison, sleep... Oh! I heard about this one player's technique where he--"
WHAM. Looks like that defensive player on the Imperial side found his comeuppance- thankfully, one of his allies cushions his impact enough that both of them manage to avoid getting knocked out of the globe completely.
It even left Red wincing, but he still had a grin on his face as he glanced sidelong to Kuja. "Don't worry, he's fine. I've taken hits like that, too-- the water makes it a little softer."
But before Mojito could be sent off on a food fetch, a moogle in horn-rim glasses and a scarf thrusts a different snack into Kuja's lap: a very large, half-full box of fried potato wedges, dusted with layers of molten cheese and some sort of... spicy-scented minced vegetable.
"The Grand Imperial Frites, 'po. It's apparently this stadium's specialty."
And she tips her head almost impercievably in a subtle nod to Mojito. Moogle companions have to look out for each other, right?
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WHAM. Looks like that defensive player on the Imperial side found his comeuppance- thankfully, one of his allies cushions his impact enough that both of them manage to avoid getting knocked out of the globe completely.
It even left Red wincing, but he still had a grin on his face as he glanced sidelong to Kuja. "Don't worry, he's fine. I've taken hits like that, too-- the water makes it a little softer."
But before Mojito could be sent off on a food fetch, a moogle in horn-rim glasses and a scarf thrusts a different snack into Kuja's lap: a very large, half-full box of fried potato wedges, dusted with layers of molten cheese and some sort of... spicy-scented minced vegetable.
"The Grand Imperial Frites, 'po. It's apparently this stadium's specialty."
And she tips her head almost impercievably in a subtle nod to Mojito. Moogle companions have to look out for each other, right?