[And Dylas catches the poor Moogle. They probably don't appreciate being caught in hands with sharp claws on them, but Dylas isn't thinking about that right now. He has his own questions, though first he's going to stare at Edna.]
...Thanks. [He sounds a little surprised.] Does your Moogle always follow you around like this?
[Dylas' is in the store somewhere. He's just. Ridiculously shy or afraid or something.]
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...Thanks. [He sounds a little surprised.] Does your Moogle always follow you around like this?
[Dylas' is in the store somewhere. He's just. Ridiculously shy or afraid or something.]