"Ah, for me?"
The moogle had delivered the gift directly to Chachanji's room at the Hourglass, and had interrupted the lad while he was dressing. His clothing this day weren't his normal attire, however, nor was it his armored rabbit-inspired accoutrements. Instead, the youngest Gegenji was wearing a lightly toned undershirt and a festively colored pair of pants and dark boots. The equally festive jacket lay somewhat dishevel across the bed, right next to a red stocking cap that was topped off in a very Moogle-like white pom-pom.
Part of Chachanji's day was to be spent in holiday efforts for the children of Ul'dah, both privileged and non. He had been practicing his stuffed rabbit-producing sleight-of-hand for most of the morning, and was ready and eager to go and brighten some spirits. He didn't quite understand the holiday all that much quite yet, but the Doman Lalafell was all about "halping" out and other such things. And a holiday that seemed in line with that was just peachy with him.
"Thankya kindly!" he piped up, flashing a cheerful grin to the postmoogle. That grin widened to a smile once he opened the letter and read the well-wishes within. And that smile grew larger still once he peered inside the parcel and discovered the tasty treat with its flowery frosting. It had to be a good holiday if cake was involved!
In no time at all, he had downed the cake. The energy and good feelings he had taken in from it would be put to good use that day as he entertained the children. Cracking his little knuckles, the youngest Gegenji gleefully practiced "Bunnytrick" one more time.
The moogle had delivered the gift directly to Chachanji's room at the Hourglass, and had interrupted the lad while he was dressing. His clothing this day weren't his normal attire, however, nor was it his armored rabbit-inspired accoutrements. Instead, the youngest Gegenji was wearing a lightly toned undershirt and a festively colored pair of pants and dark boots. The equally festive jacket lay somewhat dishevel across the bed, right next to a red stocking cap that was topped off in a very Moogle-like white pom-pom.
Part of Chachanji's day was to be spent in holiday efforts for the children of Ul'dah, both privileged and non. He had been practicing his stuffed rabbit-producing sleight-of-hand for most of the morning, and was ready and eager to go and brighten some spirits. He didn't quite understand the holiday all that much quite yet, but the Doman Lalafell was all about "halping" out and other such things. And a holiday that seemed in line with that was just peachy with him.
"Thankya kindly!" he piped up, flashing a cheerful grin to the postmoogle. That grin widened to a smile once he opened the letter and read the well-wishes within. And that smile grew larger still once he peered inside the parcel and discovered the tasty treat with its flowery frosting. It had to be a good holiday if cake was involved!
In no time at all, he had downed the cake. The energy and good feelings he had taken in from it would be put to good use that day as he entertained the children. Cracking his little knuckles, the youngest Gegenji gleefully practiced "Bunnytrick" one more time.
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