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Chachan's cheeks were flushed lightly in embarrassment as Momodi nigh-on pushed the copy of the Lantern into his hands, eager to know how the little smith had wounded up posing for Spahro in the rain without his cuirass. And, to be honest, the little Dunesfolk wasn't entirely sure how he ended up as part of that photo shoot either. In all the chaos in the Still Shore's main hall, he had somehow gotten shanghaied and brought out to the grassy expanses north of Summerford Farms to serve as a poster child for a product he knew nothing about. And, while the posing turned out to be a lot less horrible than he had thought it would've been - considering Spahro had made heavy mention of using subligar to show off the burly little popoto's surprisingly un-Lalafellan muscle tone - the rest of the trip had certainly been... interesting. Especially the second half at the other locale in Limsa...
The little Gegenji's freckled cheeks burned even more at the mere thought of it, remembering the costume and the series of poses he bore witness to. Shaking his head to avoid having to explain even more to the ever-attentive Momodi, Chachanji turned his focus back onto this particular picture. He was rather glad that Spahro had kept that protecting line he had liked, but that shorter one she had suddenly thought up afterward - "Small Package, Big Punch" - still struck him as slightly... off. And it certainly seemed like more of the female population were sending glances his way and hiding giggles this sun as he went about his errands. Or maybe he was just being overly self-conscious after his sudden modeling debut. He could only awkwardly wonder the hows and whys as he handed the paper back to the proprietor of the Quicksand, perhaps a little too eager to change the subject and find out what the next task she had for him was...
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