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Which doesn't bother the hatchling. The little poggle just resnuggles and continues to doze.

Mr. 128 nods. "But Mr. 288 told them not to bother you until you felt better."

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"...well, I do now." A little.

And part of him wouldn't mind an audience... so long as he doesn't have to show how bad off he really is.

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"That's good."

"Someone followed us here from the Nexus looking for you. Do you know someone named Vi de Rosa?"

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He blinks, nodding. "Yes, I do. I think I saw her earlier... what did she want me for?"

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"I d-don't know. She said you had to talk about something, and I told her that Porom told us that you needed to rest. I think she went back to the Nexus."

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"Ah. I don't think I can go back there yet..."

He's not sure he can stay here either, but he's probably not able to walk yet.

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Mr. 128 nods. "We don't know if it's safe there now."

"She came here, so maybe she will come back?"

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More quiet whispers and a faint fluttery sound outside the window. And then before Mr. 128 can do anything about it, there's a Waltzlet hanging over the windowsill.

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"It's safe for you, I'm sure." The mages wouldn't consent to a fight.

He's hoping not. "If she comes back, let her in."

A glance to the window. Hello, Arashi~.

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Mr. 128 nods, and then goes over to do something about the poggle in the window. In or out? He decides after half a second that dropping Arashi back out might hurt him, so he picks the Hatchling up and brings him into the room.

Arashi waves hi. "Are you feeling better now?"

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He nods to Arashi. "Yes."

"...Thank you for the help." Again. Second time they've had to do that.

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"You're welcome," Mr. 128 replies, and then loses his grasp on Arashi when the waltzlet squirms.

Being winged has advantages, and Arashi makes a nice landing before darting back over to the window and hanging over the sill in the opposite direction as previous, to let someone else out there know Kuja was ok and that he was awake now.

The hatchling sleeping next to Kuja finally seems to register the sound of voices, and yawns as he wakes up.

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He was talking to the hatchling, but it's true for the older ones too.

For some reason this is funny to him, and he's trying not to smile now~. He watches the hatchling beside him, instead.

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The hatchling blinks up at him sleepily, and then snugglehugs.

Meanwhile, the situation at the window takes a turn for the worse when Blaze tries to fly in the open window while Arashi's still hanging half out of it.

Mr. 128 tries to intervene in the short squabble, but the end result is the larger Mage knocked on his rear, Arashi rubbing his tail-end and looking cross, and a small black toad with lavender forelegs in the middle of the floor.

"The room has a door. Idiots..." Mistral can be heard grumbling outside the window before the smallest Waltz starts walking around the building to make use of said door.

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He tries to stretch out without knocking the hatchling over. Now that he's a little more awake, he knows he should have taken the armor off at least before falling asleep.

And he's watching the Waltz and toad on the floor, still trying not to smile.

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The hatchling is not knocked over, and just resnuggles.

Arashi glares at the Toaded!Blaze, who tries to escape. Poor Mr. 128 ends up with a toad on the brim of his hat.

It's just then that the rest of the flock come in, under the watch of Mr. 44, and bringing food. There's a bowl of tomato soup and a glass of milk.

Mr. 128 gets to his feet, a bit uneasy about the toaded Waltzlet on his head. He looks over to Mr. 44. "Can you get Blaze off my hat?"

Mr. 44 stares and blinks for a second, not seeing a Waltz on Mr. 128's hat. Until he notices the frog. "Oh. Arashi got mad again?" He carefully reaches for and picks up the frog, changing Blaze back as soon as he's off the other Mage's hat.

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Just watching~. Without trying to seem like he's staring. It's so odd to be able to see this; it's not really his business, here in their village.

He's about to say something... but no. Let them forget he's here.

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The older mages might be momentarily distracted by the latest little Waltz squabble, but the hatchlings haven't forgotten Kuja. They gather around the couch with the bowl of soup and the glass of milk.

"We brought food."

"Are you hungry?"

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"...Not really." he says quietly. He will take the milk though! And sip, while glancing around the room curiously.

It's not like he can leave, better get a good look now. He hasn't been on his own world in so long. :o

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The hatchlings leave the soup on a nearby table and then most of them try to snuggle around Kuja.

Mistral, however, is glaring at Arashi. "No more toads, Arashi. It's not nice."

"Hmph," seems to be Arashi's only response.

Meanwhile, Blaze seems to be enjoying the attention of being picked up and cuddled.

"Are you feeling better," a hatchling asks Kuja.

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"I do now." He relaxes a bit when they pile around him.

"But not enough to leave..." They weren't here when he told the older mages that.

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The hatchlings are happy to snuggle - as always.

"Good," one says.

"We don't want want you to leave," another one says quietly.

The larger Mages seem to be trying to ignore the Hatchlings snuggling on Kuja. The Waltzlets provide a good distraction until the squabbling is finally settled.

Then the waltzlets join the rest of the snuggling flock, leaving the larger Mages to just fidget a bit uneasily. No matter how many times they saw or heard of the hatchlings doing this, it remained a bit surreal for them.

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"Not leave like that. Return to the Nexus." They've really got to start saying die, instead of stop. It's confusing.

It feels odd to him too, especially in front of other people. Who seem to be watching him. But it's too late to push them away, and they'd only end up confused.

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The two adult Mages are actually edging towards the door. The hatchlings will be just fine piled around Kuja... at least they hope so. And they don't have to be in the room to be within shouting distance.

The hatchlings just look at him, snuggled contentedly.

"Not like that either," one says.

"Uh huh. You never came to visit us before."

Several nods.

"I can show you my chickens when you're feeling better," Mistral says happily. "They're nice chickens."

"An we all have gardens now. Do you like vegetables?"

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