ruffle up your feathers and shake off that snow [closed]

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Characters: Gilbert Weillschmidt and Naminé Blanc
Content: Nami is moving around the ship, wrapped up in her jackets and blankets. Gilbo spies a puffy baby chick and decides to investigate.
Setting: On the deck, where what little sun shining down that day is, and where Nami is trying to warm herself ;;
Time: Afternoon, while the Fiertia is docked

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[freds_and_wills]

It was a cold-ass day, but what did Gilbert Weillschmidt care? Real men didn't get cold!

...well, they got cold, but they barely noticed it!

So, Gilbert strode out onto the deck, prepared to set out and look for information on-

...what the hell was that? It looked like a... very large chick. On closer inspection, it was probably a person, but that didn't change the fact that it was... delicately cute.

In fact, he wanted to pat it on the head. So, he went up and did just that.

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If Gilbert mistook her to be a chick, the little peep she let out when her hair was pet would convince him even more. It was more of a squeak, really, but somehow it got muffled from the many layers she was wearing and came out as a peep instead. Naminé glanced up, blinking at the tall (and sometimes intimidating) figure of the quartermaster standing at her side.

...What did he just do to her head? The girl pulled her arms in from her jackets, putting her hands on top of her head to feel for anything he might've left there as a joke. Nothing.

She glanced back up at him, confusion set into her expression. "...Sir?"

[freds_and_wills]

Holy shit, that was so cute. Gilbert prepared to pat the small, adorable thing on the head again when-

"...yeah?"

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Naminé hesitated to say anything-- she knew everyone had their quirks, and she was sure he was no different-- but this was just a little bit odd. Especially for him. She would've never expected it from him. She wiggled her arms back into their respective jacket sleeves, pursing her lips before finally deciding to just ask.

"M-May I ask why you're p-petting my head, ss-sir?"