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paixaorpg2009-03-12 12:45 am
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Entry tags:
Somebody to believe in [Active]
Character(s): Zidane and Quina
Content: A long since needed reunion.
Setting: A place to eat 'round Niflheim
Time: Week 3, afternoonish
Warnings: Probably nothing.
Zidane scratched his head, glancing around the rest of the area. This seemed like the right place; hard to deny the pig in the window. It definitely something that would attract Quina's attention if food was involved. Zidane could only hope that the other wasn't trying to do the job of the natives... although if it didn't bother them, then really it was fine. It was hard to top Quina's cooking, anyway. Judgment-wise though... well... Hopefully Quina wouldn't see Timon one day and try to eat him.
That would be a real problem.
He shrugged loosely and sighed, opening the door to the building and poking his head in, looking for any sign of the Qu. S/he wasn't exactly hard to miss... even in a sea of natives, Quina would always stand out. Zidane grinned in thought. Yeah. He needed a friend right now... especially after talking with Larxene - why didn't he just ignore her?
....But she had to be talking about someone else! She had to! Zidane watched Dagger disappear before he could reach her. It wasn't the Organization. She was just... gone. Again. He grit his teeth in thought, clutching the doorway tightly.
"Sir, you're blocking the entrance..."
He blinked and glanced to a blonde, offered a smile and stepped away. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, then slipped in to get a better look. "Quina?" he called loud enough to not piss off anyone. Maybe s/he was cooking... Or he got the wrong place.
Nah.
He turned a corner in his search, humming to himself.
Content: A long since needed reunion.
Setting: A place to eat 'round Niflheim
Time: Week 3, afternoonish
Warnings: Probably nothing.
Zidane scratched his head, glancing around the rest of the area. This seemed like the right place; hard to deny the pig in the window. It definitely something that would attract Quina's attention if food was involved. Zidane could only hope that the other wasn't trying to do the job of the natives... although if it didn't bother them, then really it was fine. It was hard to top Quina's cooking, anyway. Judgment-wise though... well... Hopefully Quina wouldn't see Timon one day and try to eat him.
That would be a real problem.
He shrugged loosely and sighed, opening the door to the building and poking his head in, looking for any sign of the Qu. S/he wasn't exactly hard to miss... even in a sea of natives, Quina would always stand out. Zidane grinned in thought. Yeah. He needed a friend right now... especially after talking with Larxene - why didn't he just ignore her?
....But she had to be talking about someone else! She had to! Zidane watched Dagger disappear before he could reach her. It wasn't the Organization. She was just... gone. Again. He grit his teeth in thought, clutching the doorway tightly.
"Sir, you're blocking the entrance..."
He blinked and glanced to a blonde, offered a smile and stepped away. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, then slipped in to get a better look. "Quina?" he called loud enough to not piss off anyone. Maybe s/he was cooking... Or he got the wrong place.
Nah.
He turned a corner in his search, humming to himself.