[ He takes another step forward, careful to move only when she does to prevent it from swaying further.
A—
Geralt glances at the back of her pink head, surprised. It doesn't matter if she might've started this conversation solely for a distraction. This revelation has genuinely caught his attention. Perhaps it says something, too, that Geralt seems to know exactly what a moogle even is. ]
How many of those fucking things are there?
[ For the longest time, he'd thought Moglad was only one of its kind in the Horizon. Then the moogle gained a companion. Now he's learning Hilda has one of those winged bears floating about, too.
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A—
Geralt glances at the back of her pink head, surprised. It doesn't matter if she might've started this conversation solely for a distraction. This revelation has genuinely caught his attention. Perhaps it says something, too, that Geralt seems to know exactly what a moogle even is. ]
How many of those fucking things are there?
[ For the longest time, he'd thought Moglad was only one of its kind in the Horizon. Then the moogle gained a companion. Now he's learning Hilda has one of those winged bears floating about, too.
If they multiply further, so will his headache. ]