[He smirks a little when he says it, pleased with himself. He leans back and relaxes himself, his fingers already itching to hold Dextera's hand. It reaches to pet the chocobo he's leaning against, instead.]
That's what friends are for, I'm pretty sure. At least, mine always did that.
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[He smirks a little when he says it, pleased with himself. He leans back and relaxes himself, his fingers already itching to hold Dextera's hand. It reaches to pet the chocobo he's leaning against, instead.]
That's what friends are for, I'm pretty sure. At least, mine always did that.