A sunny mid-afternoon in the Bayside Bevy Markets, where Bakool Ja Ja, Iliira Ashur, & Lucien Destrellon stroll side by side. The Lalafell sits in between the Blessed Siblings' necks, absorbed in merry conversation while the Elezen looks up at them, obviously there but forgotten about, like a fly on the wall.
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Green text - <Nooooo! She’s serving chopitos now? Since when?!>
Bakool Ja Ja the Mighty: Gehehe! Aunt Tii can’t cook the damn things fast enough, they’re so hot! She’ll run out of ‘em if we don’t shake a leg!
Indigo text - Oh, don’t tease her so, Brother~
An overcast evening in Urqopacha, with Bakool Ja Ja, Iliira, & Prishe at the end of a hunt. Iliira stands to the side, chiding his recklessness alongside healing him. Mystic makes a casual jab at his elder brother's need to commit to their reparations at any cost, tongue out in a raspberry, while Mighty snaps back toothlessly.
In the background is Prishe, holding up the heavy head of a dead chupacabra by its lamprey mouth, neck snapped by the tiny Elvaan monk. She appears irate over the trio's bickering, as if there are more necks in need of a quick snapping posthaste.
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Iliira: If I told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times! You can’t just keep throwing yourself into danger every chance you get, dummy!
Bakool Ja Ja Mystic: Try telling this to the one who remains adamant the High Luminary will only accept our atonement in blood-
Red text - <SH-SHUT UP!!!>
A night in Mamook, where Bakool Ja Ja & Iliira rest at the Gok Golma Gainery after a long day of work & a hearty dinner. Mighty has since passed out asleep, tongue lolling out in a blep, while Iliira & Mystic read together, the Lalafell daintily sitting on Mystic's side of the lap.
Alxaal, taco in hand, looks up at the trio while leaning against the wall below with a wistful smile.
Back in the false Grand Duchy of Jeuno, Iliira & Bakool Ja Ja walk off towards the portal leading back to Yak T'el. Their conversation is much more solemn & serious, the Lalafell showing concern for her giant friend as he makes plans to join his father in the Skydeep Cenote.
We barely see over the top of Prishe's...diadem headpiece thing as she watches her new friends leave. Shorty.
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Green text - <You sure you don’t need my help after you’ve finished your patrol?>
akool Ja Ja the Mighty: Nahhh. You’ve done enough already, Chaparrita. We’ll take care of the reinterments with our father. May give us some time to talk, too...
Already past a year, & not a word spoken between two friends. I wonder how obvious it is to everyone around them...
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