A-another arm? [ The words are whispered, almost breathless. Hunk's eyes zero in on Takeshi's shoulders, because. What?? How did- No. That's not something he can just ask about. Not with that reaction. So there's just a pause. ]
Are... are you okay? [ He wants to say something about how many the monsters are really old and they're waiting for them to die because it's more humane and efficient than killing them outright. Because Malboros and Hamsters are hard to kill.
But that's justifying chocobo-mounted gladiator matches. A blood sport. They have airships and an army. They could end this pretty easily. ] Do- do you want to leave? [ And Hunk just reaches out a hand, letting it wait in the space between them. He's seen all he needs to, and Takeshi looks more than a little off. ]
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Are... are you okay? [ He wants to say something about how many the monsters are really old and they're waiting for them to die because it's more humane and efficient than killing them outright. Because Malboros and Hamsters are hard to kill.
But that's justifying chocobo-mounted gladiator matches. A blood sport. They have airships and an army. They could end this pretty easily. ] Do- do you want to leave? [ And Hunk just reaches out a hand, letting it wait in the space between them. He's seen all he needs to, and Takeshi looks more than a little off. ]