[Ira blinks in confusion, startled at the sudden movement as he's pushed away from the large birds and the pile of flowers that now lay on the ground. Usually it's him doing the pushing, not the other way around.
Since when did others (especially strangers) care about a fake like him, anyway?
He doesn't say anything about the apology, not really speaking about it was probably for the best as he took a few steps further from the chocobos who were starting to chow down.]
Didn't really do much. [He shrugs it off with a half-attempt at a smirk.] Don't know why they'd think hair's so tasty, anyway.
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Since when did others (especially strangers) care about a fake like him, anyway?
He doesn't say anything about the apology, not really speaking about it was probably for the best as he took a few steps further from the chocobos who were starting to chow down.]
Didn't really do much. [He shrugs it off with a half-attempt at a smirk.] Don't know why they'd think hair's so tasty, anyway.