...It'd be nice if... [ he starts, feeling his head relaxing onto Promptos' hand and closing his eyes, ] we could go shopping. I don't want to... [ Ruin his clothes, he would say if he wasn't trailing off in soft happiness. These clothes which he sort of gestures to - which look sort-of worn out. He wants some nice stuff, okay. He's used to nice stuff.
His tone has returned to his usual, however, as he begins to purr softly. Just this is nice, him and his best friend. After he pauses, however, he decides to speak again. ] The sea's nice, isn't it?
[ He'd never seen the beach before, and now he rested there daily. Hiding away from people but watching them and the ocean - and when the night came, he even fishes a little. The fish here are so weird, but there's no Magikarp either. He needs to learn how to cook them. ]
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His tone has returned to his usual, however, as he begins to purr softly. Just this is nice, him and his best friend. After he pauses, however, he decides to speak again. ] The sea's nice, isn't it?
[ He'd never seen the beach before, and now he rested there daily. Hiding away from people but watching them and the ocean - and when the night came, he even fishes a little. The fish here are so weird, but there's no Magikarp either. He needs to learn how to cook them. ]