[ Thancred's (very reasonable) question makes all of her bluster falter for just a moment. ]
Well he isn't my moogle - Mogwry is their own moogle but he lives in my domain.
[ She and Mogwry have had this conversation before and being the strong willed, stubborn moogle that he is, he had insisted that he was no one's moogle but his own. Except this time around he doesn't seem to be protesting in the least. In fact, he seems relieved that Hilda had arrived when she did and with an axe to boot.
Mogwry is quick to jump up from his little tree stump and scamper behind Hilda's legs with his cards clutched in his little paw. The bluster returns, the axe waving around vaguely in an attempt to look as threatening as possible. ]
He said something about him being bullied. Don't you know how to pick on someone your own size? Why are you picking on him anyway?
[ Mogwry, predictably is just kupo-ing unhelpfully behind her legs playing up the sad sack act. ]
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Well he isn't my moogle - Mogwry is their own moogle but he lives in my domain.
[ She and Mogwry have had this conversation before and being the strong willed, stubborn moogle that he is, he had insisted that he was no one's moogle but his own. Except this time around he doesn't seem to be protesting in the least. In fact, he seems relieved that Hilda had arrived when she did and with an axe to boot.
Mogwry is quick to jump up from his little tree stump and scamper behind Hilda's legs with his cards clutched in his little paw. The bluster returns, the axe waving around vaguely in an attempt to look as threatening as possible. ]
He said something about him being bullied. Don't you know how to pick on someone your own size? Why are you picking on him anyway?
[ Mogwry, predictably is just kupo-ing unhelpfully behind her legs playing up the sad sack act. ]