IC Voicemail Vatheon

[shippingmath]

This is Dirk Strider's SFC. It seems I'm not available right now, so leave a message. I'll get back to you. In the meantime, try to contain your disappointment over my absence.

Comments

[shippingmath]

Damn straight he should.

[Dirk should rein in that ego, though mostly he does mean it as a joke.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

I meant the bird, not my ancestor.

[Equius says that with love, Dirk, he really does. Darkleer the bird is showing off, fluffling out his feathers and craning his long neck up and down. Chance, used to his stable mate's shenanigans, ignores him.]

[shippingmath]

Well, your ancestor can too.

[The chocobo and Dirk are probably a good match at the moment.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

He won't. He doesn't seem to like you very much.

[The issue of the awesomeness of Striders is one where Equius and Darkleer the ancestor just have to agree to disagree.]

[Equius notices Dirk's growing confidence, and gives Darkleer a gentle nudge with his heels. The bird begins to pick up speed, pulling slightly ahead of Chance.]

[shippingmath]

His loss.

[This time, Dirk doesn't need Equius to say anything for him to speed up, nudging Chance into a faster gait once more.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Yeah. His loss.

[Chance catching up just awakens Darkleer's competitive streak, and the bird kwehs in challenge, his legs starting to churn faster.]