It's raining and bitter cold, and Aerith is trudging home from Wall Market, thoroughly disgruntled. Her flower basket (still full) swings dejectedly from one elbow, and her arms are filled with a round bundle wrapped in a cheap blanket - the source of her ill humor.
Well, she thinks, I'll have to incubate this little guy tonight, that's all.
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What's a Zolom? And is it as kick-ass as it sounds?
If you need any help looking after it, I don't mind sitting it, by the way...
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And for starters, could you hold him a second? I need to rinse off...
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