It was dark; Spencer was supposed to have been back hours ago. The sickness that other Heroes had mentioned, he was concerned that it had spread to his Hero. No matter how Sephiroth tried to hide it, the congested sniffly sounds he was starting to make were not a good indication at all.
So he'd gone out earlier in the evening to run to a few of the herbal stores that might still be open, to see if he might find something that might offer some relief. Though as he flitted around at Moogle high-speeds, something hard had knocked Spencer out of the air.
He was a small pale puff-ball curled up in the middle of the street, the small pouch of gils spilled all around and a few items knocked out of a bag; a few small lemon-like fruits and a small jar of sweet honey. His small glasses had landed a further few feet away, one of the lenses cracked.
Spencer made a squeak of a pained noise as he clung desperately around the jagged crystal that was his Hero's - he wasn't letting go of that for the world, no matter how he shook.
B - Open to whomever wants to find Spencer
So he'd gone out earlier in the evening to run to a few of the herbal stores that might still be open, to see if he might find something that might offer some relief. Though as he flitted around at Moogle high-speeds, something hard had knocked Spencer out of the air.
He was a small pale puff-ball curled up in the middle of the street, the small pouch of gils spilled all around and a few items knocked out of a bag; a few small lemon-like fruits and a small jar of sweet honey. His small glasses had landed a further few feet away, one of the lenses cracked.
Spencer made a squeak of a pained noise as he clung desperately around the jagged crystal that was his Hero's - he wasn't letting go of that for the world, no matter how he shook.