[ He has no style, he has no grace, this man has a ton of groceries. Hunk nearly slams into the front door, fiddling with the key before nudging the door open with his shoulder.
He peeks his head in, does a bit of a double-take at the smell of that familiar, sweeter smoke and the pink hair, and his eyes light up. ]
Oh hey there, Baiken!
[ He starts worming his way through the doorway, the bags and groceries themselves clattering noisily. Above his head, a dusty-looking Moogle with a huge bag of what can only be kupo nuts flies in, making a beeline for the kitchen while cackling out a "Ku-po-po-po...". ]
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He peeks his head in, does a bit of a double-take at the smell of that familiar, sweeter smoke and the pink hair, and his eyes light up. ]
Oh hey there, Baiken!
[ He starts worming his way through the doorway, the bags and groceries themselves clattering noisily. Above his head, a dusty-looking Moogle with a huge bag of what can only be kupo nuts flies in, making a beeline for the kitchen while cackling out a "Ku-po-po-po...". ]
Do you live here, too?