[ she doesn’t have something as handy as a spider-sense to tell her when danger is around the corner, or walks right on up to her desk, ( well not her desk, according to the name plate sitting on the top it belongs to a bethany ) but she likes to think that she has a good read on people. she’d known when cloud had fallen right through the ceiling, making a hole in the roof of a church which could already be called dilapidated on a good day, that he wasn’t a bad person. even if their first meeting was a bit stilted on his end, standoffish, and she had to push to get him to accept a free piece of floral merchandise. most of the time, her estimations on people are right. really, she only worries when someone approaches her in dressed in the crisp lines of a suit, meaning they might be part of shinra and work near the top of the tower, and as a general the higher up your office is the more insidious work you do.
he doesn’t feel like shinra, doesn’t act like an agent either. he leans forward and continues on the path that she’s started and her mouth curves upward into a smile. the two items that he’s apparently lost track of, red slippers and a tiny dog, don’t evoke anything in particular and certainly don’t pull together into the story he’s referencing. toto doesn’t exist as an icon in midgar. the only tiny dog that lives in the public imagination is stamp, a cartoon with a green war helmet that fits over his head and floppy ears, whose nose points the way towards war. a piece of propaganda, but admittedly a cute one.
rocking back on her heels, she folds both of her hands behind her back, expression amused as he finishes. ]
Lost property, huh? If that’s the case, then you’ve come to the right place. [ raising a hand, she points her index finger straight up. ] There’s a lost and found bin on the second floor, but it’s mostly filled with scarves and hats. It seems like we might be in for some cold weather.
[ a thoughtful kind of hum— ] But, if it’s red slippers you have your heart set on, I’m sure we can find a replacement pair in your size. [ the dog part, she doesn’t think she can help with. she hasn’t seen any animals here. ] One out of two items will at least get you on your way, right?
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he doesn’t feel like shinra, doesn’t act like an agent either. he leans forward and continues on the path that she’s started and her mouth curves upward into a smile. the two items that he’s apparently lost track of, red slippers and a tiny dog, don’t evoke anything in particular and certainly don’t pull together into the story he’s referencing. toto doesn’t exist as an icon in midgar. the only tiny dog that lives in the public imagination is stamp, a cartoon with a green war helmet that fits over his head and floppy ears, whose nose points the way towards war. a piece of propaganda, but admittedly a cute one.
rocking back on her heels, she folds both of her hands behind her back, expression amused as he finishes. ]
Lost property, huh? If that’s the case, then you’ve come to the right place. [ raising a hand, she points her index finger straight up. ] There’s a lost and found bin on the second floor, but it’s mostly filled with scarves and hats. It seems like we might be in for some cold weather.
[ a thoughtful kind of hum— ] But, if it’s red slippers you have your heart set on, I’m sure we can find a replacement pair in your size. [ the dog part, she doesn’t think she can help with. she hasn’t seen any animals here. ] One out of two items will at least get you on your way, right?