[ the end of yima's address has chrono scanning the crowd, a distrustful scowl on his brow. he'd heard it before, pretty words from someone so willing to give everything up for a selfish future. he zones in on yuca, out of place amongst the older crowd, yet with a focus stronger than most.
there's something disquieting in that gaze, the reminder of an entity much older than the small, fragile host body it occupied staring out through eyes that could barely contain its presence.
but it's gone in a flash, and chrono blinks, forgetting that ominous memory entirely as he's approached. ]
Ah- I think it'd be safer to just dump it, right? [ he holds his hand out for the drink. ] You wouldn't want to take your chances.
highstorm!
there's something disquieting in that gaze, the reminder of an entity much older than the small, fragile host body it occupied staring out through eyes that could barely contain its presence.
but it's gone in a flash, and chrono blinks, forgetting that ominous memory entirely as he's approached. ]
Ah- I think it'd be safer to just dump it, right? [ he holds his hand out for the drink. ] You wouldn't want to take your chances.