[ It’s not the quickest errand Luka’s ever been on, but once they figure out how to best maneuver their tools and themselves around each other, they fall into an easy routine. One set of Anala hearts later, they’re on their way back to the kojin smith with their prize. He’s not too fussed about leaving the bodies behind. If the kojin have more use for Anala bits, then they’re there for the taking, or else they’ll be swept away with the next high tide.
Luka has the somewhat dubious honor of toting their quarry along, since Sephiroth has claimed the bucket of tools. He can already feel the heat seeping through the container Masoto gave them and crawling up his pantleg. Thankfully, he’s spared from having to focus on how unpleasant it is when Sephiroth decides to strike up conversation. ]
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Luka has the somewhat dubious honor of toting their quarry along, since Sephiroth has claimed the bucket of tools. He can already feel the heat seeping through the container Masoto gave them and crawling up his pantleg. Thankfully, he’s spared from having to focus on how unpleasant it is when Sephiroth decides to strike up conversation. ]
Ah, few summers I suppose. Why?