[Accelerator has never, ever been an animal person. Generally, Academy City dorms forbade pets, so he never had one of his own, and while there were the occasional stray cat or dog wandering around he never went near them. Being stuck with raising an owl has helped only slightly in the area: he's gotten used to that owl, that specific owl, and thanks to Harold he now knows far more about Strigiformes than he ever thought he world, but other animals? They're still beyond him, so he avoids them when he can.
All of that to say he's been avoiding the chocobos. He doesn't recognize the species at all, but he's pretty sure going near wild ostriches is a bad idea so he's decided to apply that logic to these very large birds. He figures it's safer for everyone that way.
Too bad he happens to be walking down the street when he catches sight of that black and red hedgehog from Aphaia, as well as one of those giant birds. It's a bizarre thing to behold, seeing the two of them head into the clothing store, and he almost dismisses it as ridiculous nonsense that he wants no part of.
Almost. He sees the bird is carrying something, and does a double take. Oh, damnit.]
Hey! [He follows after them into the thrift store, not running (he can't run with the crutch), but at a brisk pace. Once there he gives the chocobo a wide berth, circling around it so he can get a better look at the bit of fabric in its beak.
It's familiar. He stares, dumbfounded.]
What the fuck is that thing doing with that scarf?
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All of that to say he's been avoiding the chocobos. He doesn't recognize the species at all, but he's pretty sure going near wild ostriches is a bad idea so he's decided to apply that logic to these very large birds. He figures it's safer for everyone that way.
Too bad he happens to be walking down the street when he catches sight of that black and red hedgehog from Aphaia, as well as one of those giant birds. It's a bizarre thing to behold, seeing the two of them head into the clothing store, and he almost dismisses it as ridiculous nonsense that he wants no part of.
Almost. He sees the bird is carrying something, and does a double take. Oh, damnit.]
Hey! [He follows after them into the thrift store, not running (he can't run with the crutch), but at a brisk pace. Once there he gives the chocobo a wide berth, circling around it so he can get a better look at the bit of fabric in its beak.
It's familiar. He stares, dumbfounded.]
What the fuck is that thing doing with that scarf?