[...The hell's going on? What was this? He smelled coffee and the tinge of cigarettes, but recognized nothing about this interior. He'd been in the ship a moment ago with the others, hadn't he? So how did he end up-?
His stomach sank as he turned to ask Suzette what was going on, and saw no sign of the fuzzball. No moogle? Figured. She always liked to bug out when something weird was happening. But there was Futaba, working away at a laptop. Now that was a sight for sore eyes. He could just ask her what was going on once she finished putting whatever that was on the counter-
Kanji's heart leapt when the voices seemed to fill the air, and he immediately patted himself for any sign of the iMog. He knew odd voices like that. This was giving him some bad TV world deja vu. He grit his teeth and decided to hell with the damn iMog. He had his fists, and whatever these voices were, they were freaking her out.]
A'right, that's enough! Shut the hell up and leave her alone!
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His stomach sank as he turned to ask Suzette what was going on, and saw no sign of the fuzzball. No moogle? Figured. She always liked to bug out when something weird was happening. But there was Futaba, working away at a laptop. Now that was a sight for sore eyes. He could just ask her what was going on once she finished putting whatever that was on the counter-
Kanji's heart leapt when the voices seemed to fill the air, and he immediately patted himself for any sign of the iMog. He knew odd voices like that. This was giving him some bad TV world deja vu. He grit his teeth and decided to hell with the damn iMog. He had his fists, and whatever these voices were, they were freaking her out.]
A'right, that's enough! Shut the hell up and leave her alone!