Sneering as he's pushed away from his grip on Eiji's face, Ankh tsks and tosses his head to one side. Truth of it was that he'd already been told what Eiji was now reciting to him-- Mogishi had seen to it that he'd heard the story at least twelve times when he didn't acknowledge the information and still kept angrily asking questions to no one.
Speaking of the Moogle, she settled on Ankh's shoulder as they spoke.
"The outfits are for your jobs, kupo," she explains, and Ankh promptly swats her off of his shoulder. "And that's a Chocobo, not a chicken." Ankh tsked again, shaking his arms out in his sleeves.
"I don't care what it is, and I don't have a job," he grumbles, idly turning his hands over and staring at his palms. Belligerent as always or not, Ankh also appeared to be visibly shaken, and he was definitely standing closer to Eiji than he habitually had in the past.
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Speaking of the Moogle, she settled on Ankh's shoulder as they spoke.
"The outfits are for your jobs, kupo," she explains, and Ankh promptly swats her off of his shoulder. "And that's a Chocobo, not a chicken." Ankh tsked again, shaking his arms out in his sleeves.
"I don't care what it is, and I don't have a job," he grumbles, idly turning his hands over and staring at his palms. Belligerent as always or not, Ankh also appeared to be visibly shaken, and he was definitely standing closer to Eiji than he habitually had in the past.