[The moogle does a little twirl just above the table, "Ahh, my favorite, kupo! Thank you!" ...Before maybe hugging him, if he allows. Did Takeshi warn that she is a very physically affectionate moogle? No? ...Oops.
Sure enough, half an hour from his second-to last text, Takeshi arrives with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a well-kept notebook under his arm.]
Hey. [He looks around, mainly to see if his moogle is still here (she is, happily and slowly savoring the macaroons in the corner) and to gauge just how busy he is.]
Private -> In Person
[The moogle does a little twirl just above the table, "Ahh, my favorite, kupo! Thank you!" ...Before maybe hugging him, if he allows. Did Takeshi warn that she is a very physically affectionate moogle? No? ...Oops.
Sure enough, half an hour from his second-to last text, Takeshi arrives with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a well-kept notebook under his arm.]
Hey. [He looks around, mainly to see if his moogle is still here (she is, happily and slowly savoring the macaroons in the corner) and to gauge just how busy he is.]