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[Comm drops off a coffee table and you now have a lovely shot of Balthier's pajama clad ass as he rummages through the bag

Comments

[m_j_r_n]

There is something for myself?

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Indeed, and petite though you may be, I don't think it will fit.

(Comment logs? 8D)

[m_j_r_n]

[wanders out of the bedroom, wearing her usual attire, and ever seeming to be immune to the weather and the cold]

May I see it? I am curious about these strange hume festivals.

WOO

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[WONDERS HOW THE HELL VIERA DO IT. Fran refuses to explain. He hands her the burlap... thing, and a shoddy looking tinfoil halo and wings]

Seems it's in the spirit of the thing to wear strange things.

[m_j_r_n]

[IVALICE MAY NEVER KNOW. Takes the offered items, and curiously tilts her head at them. Sits on the edge of the pull out bed, that was the couch]

... strange indeed. They would have me be a bird? Like a chocobo or cockatrice?

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[Sitting on the floor beneath her feet as he's leaned comfortably against the couch and drawing a blanket around his shoulders to keep the chill out]

Or perhaps a feathered Ring Wyrm? [Examines the halo, confused.]

Seems an odd sort of costume.

[m_j_r_n]

[Fingers play with the shoddy wings, as she glances down at Balthier. Tugs another blanket off the bed and onto his lap]

It does seem odd... but you are to wear one as well? So is your friend... Basch?

[as she's speaking she shifts around to put the wings on, and turns her back to Balthier]

Do I look like a fiend now?