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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[plundering]

We spent last night in the house north of the vet's office. Heading west, now. You?

IT'S FINE

[devoutish]

Us too. Going as fast as possible.

[plundering]

You'll probably make it over there before us. I'm still not sure where John's planning on meeting Peggy.

[devoutish]

Well, keep in touch, eh?

After may be better.

[Tifa's not doing spectacularly great, and he doesn't want to leave her alone - he likes her enough that he's a bit protective of her now.]

[plundering]

I'm not in any rush. Go take care of Duster.

[devoutish]

We are in a very big rush, I'm afraid. Yeah.

Then, back to Kesara's tunnel. It's less vital now, they don't need help with digging, but I've been meaning to visit for a long time.

[plundering]

Who knows, maybe you'll get us all out of here.

[devoutish]

Me? Oh, no - she'll insist on the credit, absolutely.

[His voice is sliding back into lighthearted now - and while it's definitely covering up anger and worry, it's still genuine, not carefully constructed and completely fake.]

[plundering]

Right, right. Can't steal a little girl's limelight, huh? Not even a bandit would do that.

[devoutish]

She's ruthless. If anybody tried, she's wrench it back.

[plundering]

Sounds like you approve.

[devoutish]

She's gonna be an explorer, not a gangster. But I've got something of a soft spot for her.

[plundering]

A soft spot? Do gangsters have soft spots?

[devoutish]

[If this were a serious conversation, he'd have a serious answer. But it isn't, so...]

As many as bandits do, I expect.

[plundering]

Not me. Unless you count money.

[devoutish]

Then am I too soft to talk to you?

when you pick the wrong icon

[plundering]

Absolutely, but I'm making an exception.

the worst

[devoutish]

I'm honored.

[plundering]

You should be.

Good luck with Duster.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Good luck with your ribs. How's the shoulder?

[plundering]

It's driving me nuts. Worse than the ribs.

[Look! Honesty!]

[devoutish]

Does the sling help?

[plundering]

Yeah. You're a lifesaver. Remind me to make it up to you.

[devoutish]

I will. I'll keep that in mind, yeah.

[plundering]

You'd better not scalp me.