[He paused at that statement, eye brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of it. The man in front of him looked too put together to have slips of the tongue and the gravity of his voice showed great care was taken with his words. That, was not a level of seriousness he was expecting. He was already thrown into a war against a 10,000 year empire for the sake of one universe, how the hell had he stumbled into the role of saving more than one of these things. Were universes supposed to be this fragile? Before he could open his mouth to figure out just what was going on a squeaky voice cut through the air.]
Mr. Kogane! Mr. Kogane! I found the elbow grease you sent me to find! Who'd have thought that puppet joints required such specialized care? You must be a real thorough hero to know how to maintain your gear just after waking up!
[A small moogle wearing a red scarf and a helmet fluttered to the frozen paladin at record speed. In his hands laid the presumed jar of elbow grease, the result of what was supposed to be a dead end errand. What the heck was up with this place that a first year hazing ritual actually had results here?]
That's great. . . um, little guy. Thanks.
[The small stuffed animal squeaked with pleasure. Keith didn't know how the little creature wasn't embarrassed, but he sure was feeling enough of it to cover both of them. He glanced between the vibrating with joy animal and the stern man in silver. He had a feeling that this conversation might be about to go the same way the one with Commander Iverson did when he caught Keith sneaking back in after curfew.]
no subject
[He paused at that statement, eye brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of it. The man in front of him looked too put together to have slips of the tongue and the gravity of his voice showed great care was taken with his words. That, was not a level of seriousness he was expecting. He was already thrown into a war against a 10,000 year empire for the sake of one universe, how the hell had he stumbled into the role of saving more than one of these things. Were universes supposed to be this fragile? Before he could open his mouth to figure out just what was going on a squeaky voice cut through the air.]
Mr. Kogane! Mr. Kogane! I found the elbow grease you sent me to find! Who'd have thought that puppet joints required such specialized care? You must be a real thorough hero to know how to maintain your gear just after waking up!
[A small moogle wearing a red scarf and a helmet fluttered to the frozen paladin at record speed. In his hands laid the presumed jar of elbow grease, the result of what was supposed to be a dead end errand. What the heck was up with this place that a first year hazing ritual actually had results here?]
That's great. . . um, little guy. Thanks.
[The small stuffed animal squeaked with pleasure. Keith didn't know how the little creature wasn't embarrassed, but he sure was feeling enough of it to cover both of them. He glanced between the vibrating with joy animal and the stern man in silver. He had a feeling that this conversation might be about to go the same way the one with Commander Iverson did when he caught Keith sneaking back in after curfew.]