deviliciious:

“Maybe it’s the black, yes.” But she doubted that, there were black chocobos after all, out in the wilds. But these were born on a farm and maybe never had been in contact with someone who was clad in dark colours. Who knew? “Or your scent, maybe they smell something, a predatory animal. Do you have any pets?”

As for his question, Rikku pointed at the empty satchels and the wooden, carefully crafted caravans. They were empty currently, but usally they were used to transport goods. “Both. Some chocobos are used to transport something, and some are used for races where people can bet and win money. Tourists love chocobo races, but lately, wild chocobos got a bit rare. There’s a beast going around that eats them up.” 

Her smile had vanished at the mention of the Choco Gourmet. “I thought about searching for it to put it down, but it might be too dangerous on my own.”

deviliciious:

“chocolate? hmm, no, i don’t think so.” aww but it was a shame, seemed like today the large birds decided to be especially timid. “something about you intimidates them.” rikku could see how a human would be intimidated; he looked so suave and classy. but why the birds were too, she couldn’t fathom. “too much charisma for a chocobo to handle.” she accepted the herbs back and tried her luck, crouching to get the chocobos to come closer. “that means you’ve never ridden on a chocobo, right?”

phylxrchus:

// I’m not crying, i got sand in my eye 

deviliciious:

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“Oh, you mean the chocobos. Aren’t they cute? They’re a bit shy though. Luckily, I got this.” She pulled a green herb out of her pocket. “Want to try feeding one?”

   // me, 2000 words into my 8000 w essay: enough 

     ( @chxcxbx )

       insomnia was undoubtedly beautiful. the grandness of luca didn’t compare to the crown city, and rikku was pleased to see that she hadn’t been disappointed after hearing about the city’s grandeur. it was so entirely different too, full of glass and blinking lights. lucian architecture was so very different compared to spira’s. and especially, compared to those of the al bhed.

      she drew a lot of gazes for her rather liberal choice of wear, and it became apparent that she was sorely underdressed, so she went to find something to blend in. it was easy for rikku, surviving was her specialty. whether that involved taking attackers apart, or simply getting new clothes. she found the jeans too restricting, so she opted to keep wearing her short skirt, and she got a shirt that covered her midrif, instead of the bikini top. this had to be good enough.

    on the way out of the shop, something across the streets blinked in the sunlight and caught her attention. she crossed the street when the masses of people did (red meant waiting and green meant moving, that was self-explanatory after observing how people reacted to the traffic lights) and walked to a window, where the lens of a camera had been the object that played with the sun. 

    she bumped into someone when she didn’t pay attention and turned, only to look into the face with the most freckles she’d ever seen. “oh, sorry.” green eyes met the stranger’s blues, and she bowed her head, noting it was lucian custom and a sign of respect. “i came to check out that lens.”