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A resounding growl emits from where his stomach clenches painfully, the excruciation of it leaving him a little short of breath. How long had it been since he had meat that wasn’t stringy, sun-dried foodstuffs? Two whole months? Or was it closer now to three? The Selkie swallows hard, tearing saucerful eyes away from the glistening instrument of his torture. “I-In it for the long haul, huh?” Words intended to seem tough sound more pathetic than anything, especially with the unspoken implication that he was used to going hungry. “All right, pal. Two can play at that game.”

“And I ain’t your pal, buddy.” From his sash he pulls a stick, long and pointy at one end but skewered on it were chunks of meat. Big, fatty cubes of sweet delicious meat. He hovered it over the flickering flame, allowing the already cooked meat to warm and drip with fat. “I could share some, but maybe I’ll let you go hungry, that way I could rob you when you faint from starvation.”

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It's been a mog's year since I last saw you! Got any striped apples on ya?

“Depends. Pay up.”

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BOSS!!! //heartily tackles

/pries the excitable fluffball off and forces an arm’s length between them

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“I ain’t your buddy, pal." Expression souring, he flicks his makeshift toothpick into the modest fire between them, shoulders hunched in resignation. “Any chance you’ve got somethin’ to eat on you, first? I’m so hungry, I can’t lift a finger.”

“I wasn’t askin’ to trade or buy. Buddy.”

Vaan eyed the little curved blade at the other’s side and made a smug snicker accordingly, “Sure thing, I’ll pick my teeth with your little blade after I take all your money.”

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sky-piracy said:

“Shall I…. Unburden you?”

Bal Dat spits out the leaf on which he’d been chewing with an audible ‘patooie’, a stem replacing it with which he proceeded to pick his teeth.

“Don’t sell, don’t trade, and if you’ve got any other ideas...” He pats the sickle at his side, blade bared for all the world to see. “You’ll have to go through Gramps, here.”

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/tosses the shirt the feathered culprit left him toward the bard

“Can somebody PLEASE stop that chocobo?! He…she…it stole my harp!”

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♥

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“Wh-What the--” he visibly started, taking an instinctive step backward.

“How the hell did you do that!?”

He snickered a bit and the katana dissipated. Reappearing in Jack’s hand he feigned surprise and looked back at the Selkie.

“Whoops! Do you wanna try that again?”

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//makes money eyes at your valuables

/glares daggers while simultaneously eyeing all that fancy turquoise jewellry

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None the wiser, the Selkie received it, fingers wrapping greedily around its hilt.

“You’re a smart traveller. I wish everyone were as smart as you.”

“Ooooookay~!”

He handed him his katana and put his hands behind his head with a smile. Definitely a trick up his sleeve.

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“All right, hand over everything you’ve got.”

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-leaves a shirt for you- kweh....

/cautiously inches backward, chocobos being the stuff of legends in his world

“G-Go on, get…!” /shoos away with said shirt