"Fair enough." It's a better plan than standing around, Lars has to agree. He tucks his hands in his jacket pocket and falls into stride behind Sephiroth. While it may not be at all crowded now, people have a way of popping up out of nowhere, and he's not keen to bump elbows.
"People usually are wherever food is." The logic's sound, and it'd apply back home too. The mess hall was often crammed full of soldiers when they weren't busy doing drills or battling for their lives. Lars usually stuck to the periphery, focused as he was on his goals for the longest time. "Some of these stops have to be near restaurants or something."
Hunting people down for some bizarre social endeavor is a new experience, but at least this silver-haired guy treats it like business. An assignment. A mission proper. Lars can deal with that.
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"People usually are wherever food is." The logic's sound, and it'd apply back home too. The mess hall was often crammed full of soldiers when they weren't busy doing drills or battling for their lives. Lars usually stuck to the periphery, focused as he was on his goals for the longest time. "Some of these stops have to be near restaurants or something."
Hunting people down for some bizarre social endeavor is a new experience, but at least this silver-haired guy treats it like business. An assignment. A mission proper. Lars can deal with that.