[ tick, tack, the distinctive sound of Kuja's boots touching down on the solid, paved street. Andy's got enough situational awareness Kuja's usual 'descend from the roof behind you at random' trick isn't too startling, right? ]
Here you are. Everyone's a little more scarce on the streets, of late, I'd worried I might not be able to find you.
[ In time, anyway. ]
...If your... itinerary is in order, you may know already what I am here to talk about.
[ ...it'll be on March 31st he dies, this time, if he doesn't somehow hold himself together. ]
[Andy, having been, once more, going for his usual aimless walks to fend off the spectre that was existential dread brought on by being trapped in a horror snowglobe, just stared at Kuja blankly.]
Uh. [He scratched the back of his head.] Oh, sure. You're here about the... thing. Y'know. That stuff that's... happening. Yeah.
[...]
Okay, I don't know. What're you here to talk about?
I did give you a time table, didn't I? [ he sounds very offended, but he brushes past it because the longer he dithers around doing things right now, the more likely it is he'll have one of his fits as a shiftless talking puppet in sight of someone. ] No matter. I am here to talk because as of the evening of the 31st, I shall be dead, and my body forfeit to Queen Brahne.
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March 26th, while he's waiting for sparrow to text him back.
Here you are. Everyone's a little more scarce on the streets, of late, I'd worried I might not be able to find you.
[ In time, anyway. ]
...If your... itinerary is in order, you may know already what I am here to talk about.
[ ...it'll be on March 31st he dies, this time, if he doesn't somehow hold himself together. ]
no subject
Uh. [He scratched the back of his head.] Oh, sure. You're here about the... thing. Y'know. That stuff that's... happening. Yeah.
[...]
Okay, I don't know. What're you here to talk about?
no subject
I did give you a time table, didn't I? [ he sounds very offended, but he brushes past it because the longer he dithers around doing things right now, the more likely it is he'll have one of his fits as a shiftless talking puppet in sight of someone. ] No matter. I am here to talk because as of the evening of the 31st, I shall be dead, and my body forfeit to Queen Brahne.