“Hey! Uh…” The man rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Laguna!”
Rod glanced over the new man with an air of almost nonchalance. “Laguna, huh? Name’s Rod.”
“Hey there Rod!” He grinned. “So. I got a bit lost. Go figure! So where am I?”
The Turk smirked slightly as he leaned up against the brick wall. “Bad place ta get lost in. Yer in the Midgar slums. My advice: Get outta ‘ere, asap.”
“Ehhh—right.” He nodded but paused a minute. “If it’s so bad why are you here? Ain’t scared?”
“Hey! Uh…” The man rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Laguna!”
Rod glanced over the new man with an air of almost nonchalance. “Laguna, huh? Name’s Rod.”
“Hey there Rod!” He grinned. “So. I got a bit lost. Go figure! So where am I?”
“Hey! Uh…” The man rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Laguna!”
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Her red mask fuses with the adornments on her head. Liquid gold eyes falling on the stranger. “Can I help you?”
“Uh, yeah. I think I’m a bit lost. Haha.” The gunner chuckled nervously. “Anyway, I’m Laguna! You?”
