[ It's nothing short of a miracle that Roche manages to not spit the contents of that glass out as he brings it to his lips. The hand on his thigh? Yeah, he can handle that easily but the forwardness—
At least he's able to catch himself with a half-cough that he quickly disguises with a laugh, brows going up and the corners of his mouth quirking up in a wild grin. ]
My, you are forward! Jumping right into high gear? I like it.
[ Save a chocobo, ride a SOLDIER and all that jazz, right? Right. ]
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At least he's able to catch himself with a half-cough that he quickly disguises with a laugh, brows going up and the corners of his mouth quirking up in a wild grin. ]
My, you are forward! Jumping right into high gear? I like it.
[ Save a chocobo, ride a SOLDIER and all that jazz, right? Right. ]
What do you get if you win?