He didn't pay much mind to the Chocobos initially. Sure, they were birds, but they were large, a horrific shade of yellow, and looked like enormous baby chickens. One of them also fairly promptly tried to start chewing on his hair upon him getting close enough, and Mogishi had to talk him down from trying to set it on fire in the same way he had to the Moogle herself.
He had been almost beyond the Chocobo stalls and their races when he noticed a familiar mop of sunbleached dark hair. He would recognize that stupid hair anywhere, even if it was set atop an entirely different (though still reasonably gaudy) set of clothing. He pivoted and stamped right back around in the direction he came in, hollering entirely more loudly than was necessary for the proximity at which he chose to actually use his voice.
"Oi, Eiji!!"
If you turn around like he's expecting you to, Eiji, he's going to grab you by the jaw.
Of course he comes for the chickens.
He had been almost beyond the Chocobo stalls and their races when he noticed a familiar mop of sunbleached dark hair. He would recognize that stupid hair anywhere, even if it was set atop an entirely different (though still reasonably gaudy) set of clothing. He pivoted and stamped right back around in the direction he came in, hollering entirely more loudly than was necessary for the proximity at which he chose to actually use his voice.
"Oi, Eiji!!"
If you turn around like he's expecting you to, Eiji, he's going to grab you by the jaw.