[ It's brighter here than he's used to. Bright like it was in the light of the Stargazer in the lobby of Hotel Krat, like the opulent Opera House, all white marble and gold gilding. The floor feels soft under his feet, the carpeting smothering the sounds of their footsteps.
Pinocchio is curious about everything and everyone they pass, but in an abundance of caution, keeps it to glances, only holding the gazes of those who take the time to appraise them in an unconscious challenge. No one carries a weapon. Nobody tries to start a fight. His hand sits dry against hers despite the palpable tension.
Someone else — a staff member, emerges in the hallway and sprints down it past them, where he encounters another wearing a similar outfit. They hurriedly exchange words and begin making their way back up the hallway.
Warily, the puppet leans into Tifa to whisper, watching the pair proceed. ]
What say we follow them?
[ They seem like they've got somewhere to be and while he doesn't recognize what they're wearing as an indication that they 'belong here', their sense of urgency has piqued his interest. ]
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Pinocchio is curious about everything and everyone they pass, but in an abundance of caution, keeps it to glances, only holding the gazes of those who take the time to appraise them in an unconscious challenge. No one carries a weapon. Nobody tries to start a fight. His hand sits dry against hers despite the palpable tension.
Someone else — a staff member, emerges in the hallway and sprints down it past them, where he encounters another wearing a similar outfit. They hurriedly exchange words and begin making their way back up the hallway.
Warily, the puppet leans into Tifa to whisper, watching the pair proceed. ]
What say we follow them?
[ They seem like they've got somewhere to be and while he doesn't recognize what they're wearing as an indication that they 'belong here', their sense of urgency has piqued his interest. ]