[guess they're gonna meet at the bottom flower of a room with a banister, baren definitely just gliding around like an asshole even as he looks for clues.
icebug may or may not be a clue. he tilts his head in confusion for a second before reaching up into his hair, plucking out a random chocobo feather that he uses for decoration and tossing it in the direction of an icebug.]
Are they gonna kill us—
[the icebug touches a feather. it slowly begins to form into a block of ice.]
no subject
icebug may or may not be a clue. he tilts his head in confusion for a second before reaching up into his hair, plucking out a random chocobo feather that he uses for decoration and tossing it in the direction of an icebug.]
Are they gonna kill us—
[the icebug touches a feather. it slowly begins to form into a block of ice.]
.... Hm.
I'll take that as a maybe.