"We need to get a chocobo..." murmured Ame Azalea as she stared at the bird. "If only we weren't so poor."
"Not my fault, though," said her brother Kumo'ya. His brown hair was tussled from crawling through the bushes, and branches and leaves stuck to his scalp. "Are we still hiding from them?"
"Are we hiding? I thought we were just 'observing.'" Ame kept her eyes on the chocobo and the hyur beside it even while rearranging the branches in Kumo'ya's hair to make an organic crown.
Kumo'ya let out a light chuckle -- the characteristic suppressed burst of humor that Ame heard so often; as if an idea formed in his head that, on its way to exit his face, was quickly gated and filtered by years and years of practice. "Are you interested in the chocobo, or that hyur?" he asked.
Ame rolled her eyes and gave him a shove. "You assume too much," she replied. "Mister 'I-somehow-accidentally-ended-up-in-a-brothel-because-I-thought-it-was-a-restaurant.'"
"But I didn't know that it was-- But nothing happened--," Kumo'ya stuttered.
"Not my fault, though," said her brother Kumo'ya. His brown hair was tussled from crawling through the bushes, and branches and leaves stuck to his scalp. "Are we still hiding from them?"
"Are we hiding? I thought we were just 'observing.'" Ame kept her eyes on the chocobo and the hyur beside it even while rearranging the branches in Kumo'ya's hair to make an organic crown.
Kumo'ya let out a light chuckle -- the characteristic suppressed burst of humor that Ame heard so often; as if an idea formed in his head that, on its way to exit his face, was quickly gated and filtered by years and years of practice. "Are you interested in the chocobo, or that hyur?" he asked.
Ame rolled her eyes and gave him a shove. "You assume too much," she replied. "Mister 'I-somehow-accidentally-ended-up-in-a-brothel-because-I-thought-it-was-a-restaurant.'"
"But I didn't know that it was-- But nothing happened--," Kumo'ya stuttered.
"And eye will always love you"
