[Ah, there it is. It finally clicks somewhere in his head and his hand stills on the chocobo's back, Scarlett still gently pulling leaves from Hiro's fingers while the boy's busy staring at Grell for a moment. He gets the implication immediately, but it still doesn't quite register in his head.]
You're...giving me a chocobo. [He sounds partially amused but also just somewhat stunned. He knows they're very smart birds and that they can really book it when they need too, probably even faster than Max can run. The words "fighter's steed" also don't escape him at all.] You're asking me to take care of her? Are you really sure?
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You're...giving me a chocobo. [He sounds partially amused but also just somewhat stunned. He knows they're very smart birds and that they can really book it when they need too, probably even faster than Max can run. The words "fighter's steed" also don't escape him at all.] You're asking me to take care of her? Are you really sure?