[Cid can feel her wind, and he honestly thinks she will have the force to carry it out. So when it doesn't even go over the counter...
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Trying very hard not to laugh. But he fails, that chuckle freely escaping him as his arms now wrap fully around her waist, chin dropping to her shoulder with zero regard to the crowd around them.
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Trying very hard not to laugh. But he fails, that chuckle freely escaping him as his arms now wrap fully around her waist, chin dropping to her shoulder with zero regard to the crowd around them.
Or her.]
Fluke was it?
[And that was her last dart, too.]