He felt the colliding legs hit him and nearly fell over. Instead he slipped to the side and Nonotano glared at the Elezen woman with a look of utter disgust.
"HOW DARE YOU, WOMAN!?" He remembered he wasn't in the Garlean camp anymore and lowered his voice, glancing at Ozmama, wondering if she was judging him at the moment for his outburst. Not that he cared, but Twelve be damned this simple visit to the city was becoming a mess. He looked up at the Elezen woman and frowned, a look of exasperation crossing his face.
"You ought to be more careful walking about. There happen to be quite a few of us running about here and I'd wager they'd not like to be trampled by a dazed and confused woman." As he glared he scanned the woman over and knew she was out of her depth but made great pains to mask his disgust. "But in any case, if you have nothing else to offer besides running over me, then be on your way."
He brushed his cloak off and as his eyes rose from that he noticed a sight that nearly took the wind out of him and caused him to grin wide, like a Coeurl about to snatch its prey. There, down the main causeway, completely oblivious to the world around him, which was pitifully normal for him, was a Lalafell he recognized. With long white hair (longer than he remembered) and the familiar scar under the right eye (though missing the other, which made Nono happy to see) was a fool who ought to be dead.
"Ruru." He whispered, no longer concerned with the two women standing by him.
"HOW DARE YOU, WOMAN!?" He remembered he wasn't in the Garlean camp anymore and lowered his voice, glancing at Ozmama, wondering if she was judging him at the moment for his outburst. Not that he cared, but Twelve be damned this simple visit to the city was becoming a mess. He looked up at the Elezen woman and frowned, a look of exasperation crossing his face.
"You ought to be more careful walking about. There happen to be quite a few of us running about here and I'd wager they'd not like to be trampled by a dazed and confused woman." As he glared he scanned the woman over and knew she was out of her depth but made great pains to mask his disgust. "But in any case, if you have nothing else to offer besides running over me, then be on your way."
He brushed his cloak off and as his eyes rose from that he noticed a sight that nearly took the wind out of him and caused him to grin wide, like a Coeurl about to snatch its prey. There, down the main causeway, completely oblivious to the world around him, which was pitifully normal for him, was a Lalafell he recognized. With long white hair (longer than he remembered) and the familiar scar under the right eye (though missing the other, which made Nono happy to see) was a fool who ought to be dead.
"Ruru." He whispered, no longer concerned with the two women standing by him.
