[He focuses on 'Noodle' next. Two unfortunate names. This Moogle has bad luck...in his own opinion. Having worked (and lived!) in a restaurant before, he recognizes the name as pasta immediately.]
Your parents named you after a noodle.
[He's incredulous. And sympathetic. But he doesn't have time to deal with that right now. #hashtagdaddy over here is acting more and more like a father trying to sort out a fight between kids, and Dylas resents that. He's not part of the problem. Sure, he has a questionable diet and looks like a monster (and says he is one), but the Moogle has had plenty of time to say something.
Instead, he's latched onto a stranger.]
You're not wrong, but why the hell would I eat a Moogle? You look like you're more fluff than nutrient. [A normal person might have said 'I don't eat Moogles,' but. Well. He's doing his best(?) with the situation. He lifts himself back up, no longer content to stay on the ground. He spends enough time there.] This is a headache. He knows I'm not going to hurt him. I make breakfast for all the Moogles in the house.
[Salmog winces as he's called out. The Moogle has a few points to argue back on that point, but he feels like he's going to lose support of the audience at this rate. He leaps into the air and flies right towards the front door of the Curti Center, leaving Gladio to deal with a tired-looking naga.
Dylas can only rub his neck at that display of...whatever that was.]
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Your parents named you after a noodle.
[He's incredulous. And sympathetic. But he doesn't have time to deal with that right now. #hashtagdaddy over here is acting more and more like a father trying to sort out a fight between kids, and Dylas resents that. He's not part of the problem. Sure, he has a questionable diet and looks like a monster (and says he is one), but the Moogle has had plenty of time to say something.
Instead, he's latched onto a stranger.]
You're not wrong, but why the hell would I eat a Moogle? You look like you're more fluff than nutrient. [A normal person might have said 'I don't eat Moogles,' but. Well. He's doing his best(?) with the situation. He lifts himself back up, no longer content to stay on the ground. He spends enough time there.] This is a headache. He knows I'm not going to hurt him. I make breakfast for all the Moogles in the house.
[Salmog winces as he's called out. The Moogle has a few points to argue back on that point, but he feels like he's going to lose support of the audience at this rate. He leaps into the air and flies right towards the front door of the Curti Center, leaving Gladio to deal with a tired-looking naga.
Dylas can only rub his neck at that display of...whatever that was.]
Should I apologize for that?