Loqi rn

There, there. It sounds like someone needs a nap-nap!

Mhm, whatever you say.

Tick tock If Ravus still has that /fuckin/ beard, so help me...

Loqi, bring the clippers.

Groans. She was tasked with training some newbies and goddamn. Would rather die.

Y'know, there's something about this place that seems oddly familiar.

"The passive aggressive healer pie chart" by defucchi redd.it/mwwjbe

Huffs.

Only a bit. Kicks up her feet in her desk. She isn't dispatched for another few hours.

Quirks a brow. Could it be? Her dragoon sister?

Aranea chuckled softly at the poke. "'This time'? You sayin' you've been dreaming about me?" Cue a smirk.

"Pfff." The female scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Ravus has been on my ass about the princeling and his pals for the last who-knows-how-long. It's nice to see your mug around instead of his. Say, how 'bout we go for a drink? Got some catching up to do, I reckon."

"No kidding. You'd think, after a while, he'd find someone else to order around." A gentle shrug. "But hey, what can ya do? The money's good enough I can grin and bear it for a few hours." Extending her hand, she offered it to Fang. "Shall we?"

"Ah, yeah, booting my superiors. I have morals, y'know." The pale female chuckled again. "Side gigs don't always pay the bills." And they're off! To the nearest tavern.

A shrug. "Gotta do whatcha gotta do." She chuckled, sitting across from Fang in the booth. "Round of beers to start?"

It's true, Fang of all people would know about survival. "But enough about me." Aranea smiled cross the table. "What's been up with you?"

“I never run from a challenge.” ╰⇆╮Flipped account. ╰⇆╮Detailed/Literate. ╰⇆╮Open for SL. ╰⇆╮#FFXIII #MVRP ✍ Serious / Crack ✍