"Ah, yeah, jus' took a bit longer'n I had 'spected wit Gran in tow," came the response from the little Lalafell, adjusting the collar of his shirt awkwardly. The boy had dressed up a bit from his usual attire - heavy shirt and apron replaced with a relatively light and somewhat frilly top he had gotten during his time in Limsa. He still kept with his penchant for baggy pants, though this pair was much more free off charcoal dust and bits of slag than his usual fare. He had even forgone his favorite steel-toed boots for a much more mundane pair far more suited for visiting the home of another. He still smelled faintly of forge-fire and smoke, of course, but such things were hard to scrub out even with the most vigorous of washing.
Gran, on the other hand, was far less dolled up than his owner. The baby behemoth's only well-kept part being his little mane of jet-black hair, which he tended to on his own rather dutifully to ensure he would be positively stunning to any ladyhemoths he may come across. He had, of course, not come across any as of yet, but it certainly never hurt to be prepared. Still, he didn't seem to mind the lack of ladyhemoths here at the Altair estate as he trotted about the yard - snuffling and pawing at whatever caught his interest. He had seen little beyond the walls of Ul'dah and a bit of the dusty prairies that surrounded it ever since they returned to the Jewel from their lengthy stay in the Mist, so Gran was quite eager to take in all the fresh sights and earthy smells of the Shroud.
... This had included "intimidating" the sleeping chocobo and doe into respecting his might with various displays of his mighty form that they were obviously too afraid to challenge in their slumber. And trying to root out the mandragora that had startled them in the garden, though he was rather bodily dragged away from ruining the flowers by Chachanji. He had given a derisive snort at being kept from that particular task, and was now circling beneath where the dodo had also caught them off-guard... likely looking for a way up or - preferably - for the hefty bird to misstep and fall into his porcine clutches.
"He... um... is enjoyin' 'is time out 'ere, I think," Chachanji added with an stilted chuckle, watching the baby behemoth in case he tried something more drastic and debating if he should get a leash for the porker at some point. Though, Gran had given him the grandest of struggles just to get him into cold-weather gear when traveling to Ishgard... he could only imagine the fuss at being forced to wear a collar. He returned his gaze to Lili before dwelling on such things for too long, however, giving a much more earnest smile as he returned to more current matters. "So, uh, how've ya all been? How're Ms. Sara 'n lil' Mikh'a 'n Ado?"
Gran, on the other hand, was far less dolled up than his owner. The baby behemoth's only well-kept part being his little mane of jet-black hair, which he tended to on his own rather dutifully to ensure he would be positively stunning to any ladyhemoths he may come across. He had, of course, not come across any as of yet, but it certainly never hurt to be prepared. Still, he didn't seem to mind the lack of ladyhemoths here at the Altair estate as he trotted about the yard - snuffling and pawing at whatever caught his interest. He had seen little beyond the walls of Ul'dah and a bit of the dusty prairies that surrounded it ever since they returned to the Jewel from their lengthy stay in the Mist, so Gran was quite eager to take in all the fresh sights and earthy smells of the Shroud.
... This had included "intimidating" the sleeping chocobo and doe into respecting his might with various displays of his mighty form that they were obviously too afraid to challenge in their slumber. And trying to root out the mandragora that had startled them in the garden, though he was rather bodily dragged away from ruining the flowers by Chachanji. He had given a derisive snort at being kept from that particular task, and was now circling beneath where the dodo had also caught them off-guard... likely looking for a way up or - preferably - for the hefty bird to misstep and fall into his porcine clutches.
"He... um... is enjoyin' 'is time out 'ere, I think," Chachanji added with an stilted chuckle, watching the baby behemoth in case he tried something more drastic and debating if he should get a leash for the porker at some point. Though, Gran had given him the grandest of struggles just to get him into cold-weather gear when traveling to Ishgard... he could only imagine the fuss at being forced to wear a collar. He returned his gaze to Lili before dwelling on such things for too long, however, giving a much more earnest smile as he returned to more current matters. "So, uh, how've ya all been? How're Ms. Sara 'n lil' Mikh'a 'n Ado?"
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