"Good. Let me fetch up my ride then!"
Jig whistled. Almost instantly a loud patter could be heard from the distance. Jig looked around and saw... Nothing?
"Where is this useless bir..."
The 'useless bird' he tried to mention, jumped from behind a tall wall, landing on it's master. The yellow chocobo, clothed in black attire, with a white mask on a beak was oblivious that his master was under it's foot.
Jig mumbled something from down there but his voice was muffled by dirt in his mouth. The big bird looked around in searh of his owner, but failed to notice him. Jig partially crawled from under the avian toes and spit out the dirt.
"Pyro! You big, yellow dumb... WHOOOA!"
Pyro - as Jig named him - catched his master with it's beak and launched him in the air. This time Professor landed safely on back of his faithful, yet silly steed.
"UGH! I hate when he does that..."
Jig grabbed Pyro's reins and looked at girls.
"I think I'm good to go..."
Indeed something about him was odd... And it was not brain damage. Something in his bright, emerald eyes that hid under large spectacles. Something disturbing.
"On it, Pyro!"Â
He ordered his chocobo as it jumped slightly, spread it's tiny wings and took position to run...
Jig whistled. Almost instantly a loud patter could be heard from the distance. Jig looked around and saw... Nothing?
"Where is this useless bir..."
The 'useless bird' he tried to mention, jumped from behind a tall wall, landing on it's master. The yellow chocobo, clothed in black attire, with a white mask on a beak was oblivious that his master was under it's foot.
Jig mumbled something from down there but his voice was muffled by dirt in his mouth. The big bird looked around in searh of his owner, but failed to notice him. Jig partially crawled from under the avian toes and spit out the dirt.
"Pyro! You big, yellow dumb... WHOOOA!"
Pyro - as Jig named him - catched his master with it's beak and launched him in the air. This time Professor landed safely on back of his faithful, yet silly steed.
"UGH! I hate when he does that..."
Jig grabbed Pyro's reins and looked at girls.
"I think I'm good to go..."
Indeed something about him was odd... And it was not brain damage. Something in his bright, emerald eyes that hid under large spectacles. Something disturbing.
"On it, Pyro!"Â
He ordered his chocobo as it jumped slightly, spread it's tiny wings and took position to run...
