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Mariposa didn’t people. He certainly didn’t like the idea of being tied down to do people-pleasing jobs but the world was grim and ugly and any amount of work counted. So he went along with it. Being an assassin, being so strongly anti-Shinra, being AVALANCHE- it all had a way of piling up on him, until every opportunity presented to him strongly went against one facet of him entirely.
He wasn’t made to do honest work, but he also wasn’t made to watch entire cities burn to ashes at one man’s beckoning.
So here he was, getting the best kind of exposure therapy he could possibly think of. The type where he jumped right in and as his body went into shock he would be eaten alive. Except the analogy was all wrong and he was instead looking at the two other mercenaries he just met and there was a malfunctioning robot hanging off of his back.
“Dinner sounds good,” Mariposa said at last, shoving his hands into his pockets and fixing his good eye on the two with what was likely the stiffest expression to ever be seen on a living man. “Can’t hurt, need some good rest after that excursion.”
He had enough gil left over from stocking up on goods that it would at least get him something tasty enough to fill his stomach. Then it was going to be back to sleeping out on the streets until his next job, probably. Preferable, he wasn’t used to beds or blankets. They were suffocating.
“Though I can’t speak for the group but I’m thinking we’re probably not going to afford a four star meal. Food stall?”
Demetra was done with the job, so she tried to put it out of her head. She tried not to think about the knocking on the door, or the human like voices asking for help. Help she could not provide. Nope she simply would not think about it.
Instead she was thinking about dinner, and how nice a good meal would be right about now. Something warm and hearty. Something that would make her muscles which currently felt a little like jam, to feel more like muscles.
Food was okay to think about. Nothing else at the moment.
“Dinner sounds really good to me.” She looked at the other two. Two people she didn’t know a day ago. And honestly still didn’t know now. Were they going to have a meal and become unlikely best friends overnight? Probably not. But they were company.
And company was remarkably hard for her to find nowadays.
“Didn’t they offer us food inside the building or whatever?” She gestures, maybe she misheard. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe just maybe there really was a good meal inside for them that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg, “If not food stalls could be good. As long as we find someplace to sit and eat.”
Soleil wrung his hands tighter, his throat tightening up. He didn’t want to eat around people in the food tent. That sounded horrific. Ordering food he could do, but he did not want to eat around people.
“Food stall.....sounds much better, to me.” He motioned for the others to lead the way. He would defer to their judgement. It was easier than making the decision himself of where to eat. He wasn’t picky about food.
