Oh but Ophelia caught that look and wanted to sigh at the pair of them. Best also that neither Hero knew that she and Mooshoo had discussed the situation themselves a few times. Not least of which because of the conflict it had created between Yuffie and Vincent. The moogles were duty bound to be good companions to their heroes, and would've done so even if they were not both very fond of their Heroes.
"Weeeellll" Drawing it out, the little moogle was still giving her a pout. "Good thing you're in the right place then kupo. The people in this house are used to insomnia, so we moogles are used to dealing with it kupo!" Determined, and moving to pull the blanket down from the couch into Lucrecia's reach before she flitted off to the kitchen.
She didn't know the scientist-hero well, not yet. They had talked, and she most certainly liked the older woman from what she could see. Clear enough she carried guilt and was trying to atone--not unlike Ophelia's own hero, even before he'd confessed the bare story of just whom she was to the rest of them from Gaia. Yeesh what a mess--it was almost like one of Ophelia's stories from her books.
While his companion moved to start water, Vincent was mentally cataloging what would be quick but filling. Moving to the armchair that was his usual spot, before addressing her. "You wanted to talk?"
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Date: 2016-02-25 03:46 am (UTC)"Weeeellll" Drawing it out, the little moogle was still giving her a pout. "Good thing you're in the right place then kupo. The people in this house are used to insomnia, so we moogles are used to dealing with it kupo!" Determined, and moving to pull the blanket down from the couch into Lucrecia's reach before she flitted off to the kitchen.
She didn't know the scientist-hero well, not yet. They had talked, and she most certainly liked the older woman from what she could see. Clear enough she carried guilt and was trying to atone--not unlike Ophelia's own hero, even before he'd confessed the bare story of just whom she was to the rest of them from Gaia. Yeesh what a mess--it was almost like one of Ophelia's stories from her books.
While his companion moved to start water, Vincent was mentally cataloging what would be quick but filling. Moving to the armchair that was his usual spot, before addressing her. "You wanted to talk?"