[He would keep on pretending this green chocobo didn't scare the crap out of him, happy simply to hold her hand. Night nodded at the suggestion, and Feathers gave a curious 'kweh' as he rose to full height.]

Good idea! The boss'd get really mad if I brought home sick birds! Let's not be surprised and beat the rain this time!

[And... well... he had a lot of thinking to do. Planning.]

Too bad we can't race back... it's too muddy now.