I. these are actually tame scarves in comparison to his usual
[Did someone say half-off scarves?
Anyone who knows Ardyn Izunia well enough (or even not really that well at all), can take a guess at what he’s shopping for now. He must keep his scarf collection going strong, and that means picking out a new one for Founder’s Day — he’s managed so far to narrow his choices down to two. One drapes over his right hand, the other lightly held in his left, as he turns to face the nearest person next to him.
He’s not exactly shy about asking for a second opinion. Whether or not he actually takes it into consideration is another matter entirely.]
Which do you like better?
III. obligatory chocobo prompt for the ff character
[It had been a strange past couple of days, but as Ardyn reaches out a hand to pet what appears to be a giant yellow bird on the head, the man sports a rare discerning frown. (Something… is odd. Unsettlingly familiar. And yet he can’t quite say why, but it’s as if a memory flickers at the edge of a thick fog, and-)
The bird shakes its head, ruffling its feathers all the way down to its neck. It makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like a kweh and Ardyn retracts his hand. By default, his crooked smirk returns to his features, and he looks up at the chocobo with skepticism.]
And “kweh” to you, too.
IV. ball o’ yarn
[It certainly isn’t stranger than the chocobo, but the experience of being tangled up in bright red string is hardly convenient. Though Ardyn finds it far more amusing than actually annoying, flippant sort of man that he is. He even has the patience to weave his way through the string, sorting out all the knots and confusing twists down the street, until he reaches the other end.
Someone waits for him. He gestures with a hand, a bit theatrically.]
I’ve found my soulmate. I wonder if this will be one of those star-crossed romances, with one or both of us dying dramatically at the end of our journey? Wouldn’t that be novel.
[There's still string, however, caught annoyingly around his arm. It tugs at his companion, connected, as he moves.]
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[Did someone say half-off scarves?
Anyone who knows Ardyn Izunia well enough (or even not really that well at all), can take a guess at what he’s shopping for now. He must keep his scarf collection going strong, and that means picking out a new one for Founder’s Day — he’s managed so far to narrow his choices down to two. One drapes over his right hand, the other lightly held in his left, as he turns to face the nearest person next to him.
He’s not exactly shy about asking for a second opinion. Whether or not he actually takes it into consideration is another matter entirely.]
Which do you like better?
III. obligatory chocobo prompt for the ff character
[It had been a strange past couple of days, but as Ardyn reaches out a hand to pet what appears to be a giant yellow bird on the head, the man sports a rare discerning frown. (Something… is odd. Unsettlingly familiar. And yet he can’t quite say why, but it’s as if a memory flickers at the edge of a thick fog, and-)
The bird shakes its head, ruffling its feathers all the way down to its neck. It makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like a kweh and Ardyn retracts his hand. By default, his crooked smirk returns to his features, and he looks up at the chocobo with skepticism.]
And “kweh” to you, too.
IV. ball o’ yarn
[It certainly isn’t stranger than the chocobo, but the experience of being tangled up in bright red string is hardly convenient. Though Ardyn finds it far more amusing than actually annoying, flippant sort of man that he is. He even has the patience to weave his way through the string, sorting out all the knots and confusing twists down the street, until he reaches the other end.
Someone waits for him. He gestures with a hand, a bit theatrically.]
I’ve found my soulmate. I wonder if this will be one of those star-crossed romances, with one or both of us dying dramatically at the end of our journey? Wouldn’t that be novel.
[There's still string, however, caught annoyingly around his arm. It tugs at his companion, connected, as he moves.]
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[I am literally up for anything. Hit me with it.]