[ If there was anyone Rinoa imagined spending time with the creatures that are-but-are-not Moombas, talking to them and decorating the walls of the cavern-encircled market... well, actually there are a few people in this place she wouldn't have guessed to be the type. Akechi comes to mind, with his not-quite-right smiles, dislike of small talk, and his apparent determination to keep the conversation on their situation. A solid conversation over drinks later and all she knows is that he's a detective from some place called Japan.
So... no. Definitely not the type.
Yet there he is, just a few short paces away, an uncharacteristic (she supposes, from what little she knows of him) gentleness in his tone as he speaks to the creatures. And so it's with a smile that Rinoa approaches, announcing herself with a call of his name as she draws near. She doesn't want to spook him and end up covered in paint. ]
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So... no. Definitely not the type.
Yet there he is, just a few short paces away, an uncharacteristic (she supposes, from what little she knows of him) gentleness in his tone as he speaks to the creatures. And so it's with a smile that Rinoa approaches, announcing herself with a call of his name as she draws near. She doesn't want to spook him and end up covered in paint. ]