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... The lad from the desert.

'Lad from the desert'? *he repeats, brow furrowing in confusion* Huh? Sorry Mister, but I think you've got me confused for someone else.

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"Moogletown?" the boy repeated, as a small frown began to tug at the corners of his mouth. As far as he was concered, there was no 'Moogletown' in Ivalice...So where was he? He had a feeling this was the Grimoire's doing, but why? Wasn't it only able to take people to Ivalice, or something? A multitude of questions filled Luso's mind; questions that he could not answer, much to his dismay.

At the woman's offer, Luso remained silent for a moment longer, pondering on the idea. Sure, this woman appeared a little weird with her...questionable clothing, but she seemed fairly nice. She was even offering to get him food! And he was hungry, so... "Yeah! That'd be great!" He replied, nodding a few times. "You gonna lead the way miss--oh I'm sorry, I never caught your name, heh. What is your name?"

She slouched a little, leaning her weight on one leg as she looked around. She was still fairly new here herself, but at least now she had a general sense of direction. “I’ve heard some of the others call it Moogletown.” It was mostly the younger kids who did so, students at a certain academy. It didn’t look like Luso went to that school. He was definitely a fighter, but he didn’t wear that odd uniform.

“I can show you around, if you’d like!” she offered. “There’s even a good restaurant down the street. Are you hungry? I’d be happy to treat you, love.”

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Words could not describe how grateful he was that this woman disregarded his comment. But still, he really shouldn't have said it in the first place. He'd just pretend that never even happened...yeah...

After a moment, Luso looked to the woman once again, the blush on his face not faltering in the slightest. "Uhm....Yeah, thanks..." He had never been referred to as 'sweetheart' or anything of the sort before--well, maybe a few annoying relatives, but even so--it felt a little weird, really.

With one hand mindlessly fiddling with the straps that secured his Grimoire, and the other scratching the back of his head, Luso hesitated for a moment, brows furrowing together in thought. 'What brings him here'? What? Wasn't he supposed to be on his way to Ivalice? Judging by their surroundings, that obviously wasn't the case.

"Uhh, I dunno what brings me here." The boy replied simply, folding his arms across his chest. "In fact, I've got no idea where I am, lady. You wanna tell me what this place is called? ....Please?" 

She did not comment on his outburst, for she knew that her manner of dress was unusual. Still, it suited her tastes. Besides, the dressphere was good for more than just looks. It was also her favorite to use for combat.

“Luso? Oh, what a sweetheart.” She almost wanted to pinch his cheeks, but she thought better of it. “What brings you here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before tonight.”

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What a precious-looking young man. Leblanc eyed him curiously, wondering if he was a sphere hunter like her. There was only one way to find out, she supposed. She gave him a bright smile and said, "And just who might you be, love?"

"Uhh....."

Luso was trying his very hardest to keep himself from questioning this lady for reasons for dressing so...odd, but it was proving to be extremely difficult. After all, who in their right mind would go parading around in an outfit like that? Crazy people, that's who.

"What the heck are you wearing?" As much as he wanted to say that, he immediately regretting opening his mouth. A bright shade of pink was now prominent on the boys cheeks as he averted her gaze, and cleared his throat.

"I--Uhh--I meant to say...That, err...M-My name's Luso Clemens...Yeah."

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