[Takeshi, unfortunately, was more on the side of abject horror. Hand tracing over the fine lines on his neck every time a rider gets pulled off their mount by a hamster. Tiny claw marks at that. Almost ham...
That's when he hears a voice nearby; a familiar one. He blinks, and then walks over. Placing a hand on Hunk's shoulder.]
Uh, you alright there? [Someone seems massively torn there, buddy.]
Chocobo Races
That's when he hears a voice nearby; a familiar one. He blinks, and then walks over. Placing a hand on Hunk's shoulder.]
Uh, you alright there? [Someone seems massively torn there, buddy.]