[Come at him, scrublord; he's ripped. By which we mean he'll have three Jobs maxed by the end of the month with at least three more nearly halfway.

At first, he simply hangs back, a faint smirk crossing his lips. When he turns around, it's probably fairly obvious by the outfit that he's a bit against the grain from most of the light-loving "heroes" around here.]

You heard me. [It's not like he was exactly being quiet about it.] Not every day I see someone else so against the whole "christmas spirit" thing.

[Because he really, really hates the whole month of December. The fact they're decorating it this early just annoys him even more. Moogles' hurt feelings be damned.]

Even someone with that Job. I take it you just got here, new guy.