For the first time in memory, Kuja flushed with rage. His clothes were gone, replaced with the garb of someone who'd never seen outside of a monastery. This little flying moogle was chattering about being a Hero of Light and his head was still spinning from using all of his energy at the Iifa Tree.
"Breathe, kupo! Everything is fine. We have your new home and y-"
"This is not my home and I don't know what tree branch you smacked on the way to me, you third-rate child's toy buteverythingisnotfine!"
He gestured at the moogle that hovered about his head and while he felt the pull of his magic, it did not come to him. Barely succeeding in swatting the poor thing away, he huffed and worked his long hair into a braid. It seemed that it would be a while before he would find anything respectable to wear.
Straightening his posture, Kuja assessed the area around him and sighed. Suddenly his field of vision skewed sideways as his little partner yanked his braid and began pulling in a direction he couldn't see.
"C'mon , Kupo! We've got to get going!"
Flailing, trying to grasp at the little creature just outside of his grasp, Kuja seethed.
"You loathesome little monster. Let go! Let go this instant!"
Cocking it's head at him, the moogle obliged and Kuja smacked face first into the ground. There, he took a moment and reflected on his life until this point, making a loud, wrathful scream that was mostly muffled by the dirt.
House B-13
"You've been leading me in circles for the past hour. If this is retribution for my earlier behavoir, I will remind you that I apologized for the aforementioned infractions."
The moogle, having introduced herself as Canary, shook her head, making the pom-pom bounce wildly for a moment.
"No way! I know this place like the back of my hand, Kupo!"
"I'm sure you do."
Kuja watched as he was being led in a circle for the fifth time and decided look around for himself. Sure enough, in a few moments he spied the house that Canary had mentioned. Heading to the door, he ran a hand through his bangs in a hasty attempt to neaten his appearance. Raising a hand to knock on the door, a shrill yet somehow adorable voice caught his attention.
"Kupo!!!! That's not the right waaaaaay~~"
Ducking to avoid the speedy little thing, he reached and managed to catch Canary by her little foot. He pulled her in front of the number plate on the door, causing her to yelp in discomfort and gave her an ominous looking smile.
"Perhaps you should pay more attention little Canary..."
The moogle recoiled from the scary face he was making, shivering.
"I'll do better next time, k-kupo...."
Satified with that, Kuja turned his attention back to the door, knocking lightly.
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For the first time in memory, Kuja flushed with rage. His clothes were gone, replaced with the garb of someone who'd never seen outside of a monastery. This little flying moogle was chattering about being a Hero of Light and his head was still spinning from using all of his energy at the Iifa Tree.
"Breathe, kupo! Everything is fine. We have your new home and y-"
"This is not my home and I don't know what tree branch you smacked on the way to me, you third-rate child's toy buteverythingisnotfine!"
He gestured at the moogle that hovered about his head and while he felt the pull of his magic, it did not come to him. Barely succeeding in swatting the poor thing away, he huffed and worked his long hair into a braid. It seemed that it would be a while before he would find anything respectable to wear.
Straightening his posture, Kuja assessed the area around him and sighed. Suddenly his field of vision skewed sideways as his little partner yanked his braid and began pulling in a direction he couldn't see.
"C'mon , Kupo! We've got to get going!"
Flailing, trying to grasp at the little creature just outside of his grasp, Kuja seethed.
"You loathesome little monster. Let go! Let go this instant!"
Cocking it's head at him, the moogle obliged and Kuja smacked face first into the ground. There, he took a moment and reflected on his life until this point, making a loud, wrathful scream that was mostly muffled by the dirt.
House B-13
"You've been leading me in circles for the past hour. If this is retribution for my earlier behavoir, I will remind you that I apologized for the aforementioned infractions."
The moogle, having introduced herself as Canary, shook her head, making the pom-pom bounce wildly for a moment.
"No way! I know this place like the back of my hand, Kupo!"
"I'm sure you do."
Kuja watched as he was being led in a circle for the fifth time and decided look around for himself. Sure enough, in a few moments he spied the house that Canary had mentioned. Heading to the door, he ran a hand through his bangs in a hasty attempt to neaten his appearance. Raising a hand to knock on the door, a shrill yet somehow adorable voice caught his attention.
"Kupo!!!! That's not the right waaaaaay~~"
Ducking to avoid the speedy little thing, he reached and managed to catch Canary by her little foot. He pulled her in front of the number plate on the door, causing her to yelp in discomfort and gave her an ominous looking smile.
"Perhaps you should pay more attention little Canary..."
The moogle recoiled from the scary face he was making, shivering.
"I'll do better next time, k-kupo...."
Satified with that, Kuja turned his attention back to the door, knocking lightly.