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melodiesofeternity2019-05-25 07:44 pm
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That time again...
Who: Red Savarin, you, and probably a significant chunk of Vaikuntha
When: Late May
Where: Cloud City, beside a conspicuous orange airship parked in the street, and later Curti Center
What: Two words: Petting Booth.
Warnings/Notes: Overly-vigorous petting may result in static discharge.
[Well, here we go again.
Being a sky pirate definitely sounded like the high life, but- once the altitude was taken out of the equation- he was right back to where he started: in the off season of his sport, with an airship that was starting to show its obsolescence as the world increasingly bared its fangs. Seriously, he needed at least a laser on that thing. Fortunately, Mocha had figured out an idea on how to get some extra dough in a hurry-- something neither his fans nor a good chunk of Vaikuntha would be able to pass up.
Unfortunately, just like before, it was a petting booth.
And that's how Red ended up once more at a cheap wooden stall- and, once again, looking none too thrilled to be there- set up at a corner of Cloud City (and later, Curtis Center), seated on a small stool with his Magitek-Empowered DAHAK Mk. III powered down behind him, yet with a big sign in its metallic grasp proudly proclaming in bold block letters:]
PETTING BOOTH
50 GIL
Ruffle the fur of the Dragons' very own Red Savarin!
[Think of your beloved airship, Red. Do it for the airship.]
When: Late May
Where: Cloud City, beside a conspicuous orange airship parked in the street, and later Curti Center
What: Two words: Petting Booth.
Warnings/Notes: Overly-vigorous petting may result in static discharge.
[Well, here we go again.
Being a sky pirate definitely sounded like the high life, but- once the altitude was taken out of the equation- he was right back to where he started: in the off season of his sport, with an airship that was starting to show its obsolescence as the world increasingly bared its fangs. Seriously, he needed at least a laser on that thing. Fortunately, Mocha had figured out an idea on how to get some extra dough in a hurry-- something neither his fans nor a good chunk of Vaikuntha would be able to pass up.
Unfortunately, just like before, it was a petting booth.
And that's how Red ended up once more at a cheap wooden stall- and, once again, looking none too thrilled to be there- set up at a corner of Cloud City (and later, Curtis Center), seated on a small stool with his Magitek-Empowered DAHAK Mk. III powered down behind him, yet with a big sign in its metallic grasp proudly proclaming in bold block letters:]
PETTING BOOTH
50 GIL
Ruffle the fur of the Dragons' very own Red Savarin!
[Think of your beloved airship, Red. Do it for the airship.]
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So it's with a grin that Corrin eagerly accepts the hug, squeezing Red tight. "I'm glad we're friends, Red Savarin."
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The slight laugh and good-natured tone underneath the embrace undermined the resignation in his words. And once he felt the squeeze had been sufficiently returned, he finally have the both of them a little breathing room.
Despite the traces of indignation before the hug, now there was only this... air of long-overdue relief.
"...Thanks for lookin' out for me all this time, Corrin. Really."
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