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[The page rips at the corner, suddenly, and darkens with something's drool. It rips again a second later, as if it had been yanked back out of the drooling party's mouth.]

CHOCOBOS WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!

What's wrong with these things? Geez!

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[He, too, stared in wonder at the thing. It was a matter of weight, that was all, and the shape of the boomerang helped it gain altitude, momentum, and-- and there was an angry ninja approaching him to choke the life out of him oh crap. The demon backstepped, a retort at his lips when the weapon came around and she caught it.

His hand went to the back of his head, rubbing a sore spot from Feathers' beak.]

...I don't remember.

[He frowned at admitting that, a fang biting at his lower lip. Maybe that guy he hated had something to do with it. He didn't know for sure.]

But... it's the boomerang that's got the chocobo's attention. They want nothing to do with us for the time being save for Feathers. Hi, buddy!

[He smiled when the black bird came over, and he scratched behind the steed's head, who in turn warked its content... until it looked back at Materia. Feathers stepped to her side and nuzzled.]

I'm going to put the others back in their stables if I can!

[But before he could skip off to do so while the chocobos were a little distracted.]

...And thanks! You know, for getting my name right!

[And off he goes to put the enamored featherblobs away, clicking his tongue to get their attention before nabbing the reins of each.]

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I--!

[Materia's exclamation trailed off, mouth open in irritated surprise, as Night swanned away to take care of the other chocobos. What had she been calling him lately? She hadn't been...thinking about it much.]

Buttlaser.

[She mumbled it under her breath, just for the principle of the thing - it wasn't like she was trying to call him by his name or anything - and let it go for now, looking curiously at her boomerang. She knew what the green materia did. Something about it felt electric, but she'd never figured out the other one. It just felt...fluffy, somehow. Feathery? Did Night have a point?

She thought about popping it out of its slot and slipping it into her pocket, just in case...but then Feathers began gently nuzzling her, and Materia's resolve vanished. With a roll of her eyes, she scratched around the big bird's beak.]

You're all right, fluffball.

[Maybe she'd have to try the riding thing again sometime...]