[ Give him a moment to free his hair from his face. Oh god, it's everywhere. It's in his mouth. Pthtpthtptht.
Alright. Down goes the kickstand, over goes the leg, and to Tseng goes the second cigarette. He might be smiling a little wider if not for the chocobo—you know how he feels about chocobos—but he gives it no attention as he makes his way over, taking in the details of what he can see of this makeshift operation from this angle. Good. Then this is exactly what he thought as he rode up here. ]
I didn't want to make too much of an entrance.
[ There's time for niceties and shit later. He's very interested in the job, and not in flinging himself at Tseng and begging for stories of how freedom is treating him. Well, alright, he's interested in that, too, but he's been so focused lately, might as well keep riding that high. He traps his hair in his hand and lets it go once it's all gathered aside, so the whipping desert wind keeps it over his shoulder and not in his eyes. ]
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Alright. Down goes the kickstand, over goes the leg, and to Tseng goes the second cigarette. He might be smiling a little wider if not for the chocobo—you know how he feels about chocobos—but he gives it no attention as he makes his way over, taking in the details of what he can see of this makeshift operation from this angle. Good. Then this is exactly what he thought as he rode up here. ]
I didn't want to make too much of an entrance.
[ There's time for niceties and shit later. He's very interested in the job, and not in flinging himself at Tseng and begging for stories of how freedom is treating him. Well, alright, he's interested in that, too, but he's been so focused lately, might as well keep riding that high. He traps his hair in his hand and lets it go once it's all gathered aside, so the whipping desert wind keeps it over his shoulder and not in his eyes. ]
When did this happen? Fill me in.