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OI, HOOK ME UP WITH THE GOOD SHIT WILL YA?!! Y'know how war is. H e h.
❝ Yeah. I know it all too well. ❞
❝ Hey kid, I got just what you need. ❞ The glaive flashes a smirk at the dragoon and slams down a steaming cup of artificial goodness noodles.
Yer a quick one. Wanna join the moogleball team? - g r i n nn n ssssss -
❝ Not really… already got my hands tied up guarding a palace, kid. Ask the next guy, ❞ the glaive spoke tersely and turned around before walking away from the strange moogle-chucking delinquent. He deduced that the younger male was hardly a threat, that is, unless the moogles somehow exploded.
HEADS UP!!! -- MOOGLE BALL INCOMING!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With lightning-fast reflexes, the glaive darted to his left and swiftly caught the moogle ball before kicking it back.
❝ Hey! Watch where you throw that thing, man! ❞
"Oi, sunflower head. Dontcha think ya had enough?"
”Me? Have enough? Haaaaa! More like I don’t think you can get enough of me, pretty booooy…”
The mechanic let off a haughty laugh as he draped an arm around the dragoon’s shoulders, smirking in response to the preposterousness of his statement. Gippal? Enough? He never really had enough of anything—or did he? There was a dull, throbbing ache in his head, but he tried to pay no mind to it. He leaned in and whispered slurred words to the other male, thinking about a certain thief at such a random moment in time. ”Heeeeeyyy… do ya like blondes? I like blondes~ Oho! You must get all th’ ladies huuhnn??? Wanna show me how ya do it? Yanno, there’s this blonde cutie I’m tryna get atttt…” Once again, he leaned forward to offer more hushed, secretive words—but this time, he moved a little too close for comfort as his lips pressed against the other’s. But what the hell, Gippal was drunk. He didn’t really give a shit.
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nobody can tell me Zhuyu's school uniform still fu ck in fits that man is full jumbo bara
