“I see. Meow.”

“As long as it’s alright. I shall buy some cat food!” Pause. “Oh, that’s right. I don’t have modern day gil.”

“Something fluffy. Regal looking.”

“….I’m glad? Should be glad?”

“You’re welcome. I recommend carrying a pocket mirror from now on.”

“M-Meow.”

You’re going to make my heart burst and my eyes well up with tears.

“Wonderful. I’m glad you were quite stuffed. That must be why you’re in a good mood.”

“I..do not want to be a catman. It sounds painful.”

“Only if you let it.”

Knight of Bahamut

“Of course not.” He fwips his pocket mirror out. “I simply don’t let the enemy hit me.”

“Ah..I would feel a little bad to take your funds. Please, do not think it is necessary, Ser Gladio.” Yet Dion unconsciously looks at one of the brown kitties laying about and he sulks. He wants to pet one so bad.

“Wonderful.” He gives a short nod before wandering to the bar, putting some gil down. “Start a tab please. We’ll take whatever your finest ale and wine as well as some bread please.” He asks before settling down with Clive at the table.

“I mean it’s not that hard-“

Dion looks back with wide sparkly eyes. “Oh- ah…I suppose that is alright. I wonder…if perhaps I could sell some of my gil since it would be seen as perhaps a relic now?” He rubs the back of his neck. “Or I should get job..?”

Dion peers in before walking in, watching the doors close. Well, if he wanted to leave, there goes his exit. “Right. And I’m assuming these buttons here are for us to chose where we go?”

“Simply learn to fly.” He chuckles.

“It’s coping.” Thumbs up.

THEY ATE MY NOTFS !!! *hasn’t been on*]]