Gran had found his first jump - a chair that was angled just slightly out from the table unlike the rest. From there he could move onto the table itself and bring himself that much closer to that buzzing target. He was prepping for his jump - hindquarters wiggling enticingly like a cat as he gauged the distance - when Mikh'a pounced on him. The slap resulted in a surprised squeal and a premature jump that sent the baby behemoth crashing into the leg of chair with surprising force. Enough to possibly break said leg if it wasn't of solid construction.
Chachan's gaze was upturned to Sara as she spoke, giving small nods of understanding as she spoke on the medicines she was taking and her trip to the icy North. He had been up there himself for a short spell - dragged along with the taciturn Virara and the eternal whirlwind of energy that was Memeli Meli. Most of their time was spent training up in the Sea of Clouds, but they had made the occasional trips down into Ishgard proper now and then to resupply. And it was even during one of these trips that Chachan did some refurbishing work for one of the nation's famous Dragoons.
"Ah, so this's normal fer them then?" he asked as the Hyur touched on her brother and his mate, casting another glance over his shoulder as if he might be able to see the man through the floorboards. He looked back to her with a smile to echo the one she had but moments earlier. "W-well, as long as it ain't nothin' serious, right?" A cant of his head before returning to the original subject matter, or at least a tangent thereof. "'n 've actually been ta Ishgard meself once'r twice... 'n I get what ya mean. Jus' 'magine how awkward it was fer someone'a my height."
An awkward chuckle followed the weak attempt at a little mood-brightening humor. And one that drained rather quickly away like water in a drain as the Elezen came around the partition with infant in tow. A bit of a faux pas, perhaps, speaking such of the Ishgardians with Lux apparently so close by - after all, he could have easily been from the nation himself and taken offense. Such concerns caused the Lalafell to flinch a little at the man's words, slowly raising his own violet gaze to the much taller individual.
"A-ah, yeah, tha's me. Nice ta meetcha," Chachan ventured after his quick recovery, rubbing at the back of his neck. The height difference made keeping eye contact difficult even before the Lalafell's penchant of looking away when embarrassment came into play. As such, he was more than willing to change the focus of his attentions to the infant as she changed hands. Which was probably for the best, since the sight of the pudgy little youngling certainly brightened his mood - even before Sara posed her question.
"Oh, um, yeah," he admitted with a light flush and a scratch at the cheek. "M-Ms. Lili was act'lly kinda surprised at how I responded ta lil' Mikh'a, if'n I recall correctly. 'n I like ta think me 'n Ado get along akay, too, given th' couple'a times we've seen each other. Speakin'a, how's he handlin' that hammer I made fer 'im? I hope he dun broke nothin' wit it... 'specially after I was tellin' 'im how important hammers were fer fixin' 'n makin' stuff."
Chachan's gaze was upturned to Sara as she spoke, giving small nods of understanding as she spoke on the medicines she was taking and her trip to the icy North. He had been up there himself for a short spell - dragged along with the taciturn Virara and the eternal whirlwind of energy that was Memeli Meli. Most of their time was spent training up in the Sea of Clouds, but they had made the occasional trips down into Ishgard proper now and then to resupply. And it was even during one of these trips that Chachan did some refurbishing work for one of the nation's famous Dragoons.
"Ah, so this's normal fer them then?" he asked as the Hyur touched on her brother and his mate, casting another glance over his shoulder as if he might be able to see the man through the floorboards. He looked back to her with a smile to echo the one she had but moments earlier. "W-well, as long as it ain't nothin' serious, right?" A cant of his head before returning to the original subject matter, or at least a tangent thereof. "'n 've actually been ta Ishgard meself once'r twice... 'n I get what ya mean. Jus' 'magine how awkward it was fer someone'a my height."
An awkward chuckle followed the weak attempt at a little mood-brightening humor. And one that drained rather quickly away like water in a drain as the Elezen came around the partition with infant in tow. A bit of a faux pas, perhaps, speaking such of the Ishgardians with Lux apparently so close by - after all, he could have easily been from the nation himself and taken offense. Such concerns caused the Lalafell to flinch a little at the man's words, slowly raising his own violet gaze to the much taller individual.
"A-ah, yeah, tha's me. Nice ta meetcha," Chachan ventured after his quick recovery, rubbing at the back of his neck. The height difference made keeping eye contact difficult even before the Lalafell's penchant of looking away when embarrassment came into play. As such, he was more than willing to change the focus of his attentions to the infant as she changed hands. Which was probably for the best, since the sight of the pudgy little youngling certainly brightened his mood - even before Sara posed her question.
"Oh, um, yeah," he admitted with a light flush and a scratch at the cheek. "M-Ms. Lili was act'lly kinda surprised at how I responded ta lil' Mikh'a, if'n I recall correctly. 'n I like ta think me 'n Ado get along akay, too, given th' couple'a times we've seen each other. Speakin'a, how's he handlin' that hammer I made fer 'im? I hope he dun broke nothin' wit it... 'specially after I was tellin' 'im how important hammers were fer fixin' 'n makin' stuff."
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