[As fidgety as she usually was, Materia surprised even herself by listening intently to what Night was saying. She made a face at the red chocobo - if she wanted her hair fussed over by a friendly ginger, there was a much cuter one at Smoke's who was a lot less likely to get bird slobber all over it.
The green one, though... Torn, Matera glanced back at the pretty blue chocobo, and hesitantly held out a hand to her. The bird gave her a benign, puzzled look, as if she wasn't quite sure what was going on - and at that moment, the green chocobo fluffed her feathers up again and warked, loudly.]
Ah! Geez!
[Startled, she whirled around and gave the bird a Look, clambering through a row of stalls to prop her hands on her hips, feet planted solidly apart, and frown up at her.]
Don't startle me like that! You - ah! Ahahaheehee, quit it!
[The green chocobo had arched her neck around and was thoughtfully nibbling the short hair at the nape of Materia's neck, dropping bits of greens down the back of her shirt in the process.]
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The green one, though... Torn, Matera glanced back at the pretty blue chocobo, and hesitantly held out a hand to her. The bird gave her a benign, puzzled look, as if she wasn't quite sure what was going on - and at that moment, the green chocobo fluffed her feathers up again and warked, loudly.]
Ah! Geez!
[Startled, she whirled around and gave the bird a Look, clambering through a row of stalls to prop her hands on her hips, feet planted solidly apart, and frown up at her.]
Don't startle me like that! You - ah! Ahahaheehee, quit it!
[The green chocobo had arched her neck around and was thoughtfully nibbling the short hair at the nape of Materia's neck, dropping bits of greens down the back of her shirt in the process.]
Ah, ahahahelp!