[Ramza shuts off the feed after a few moments more. Small comfort to see a friend find laughter at his expense, but comfort nonetheless to actually see them in good spirits. Not like it was anything personal, anyway; he knew that much.
It was just a matter of finishing toweling himself off before she arrived, and murmuring in irritation at the sparkling motes and wisps as he did so.]
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It was just a matter of finishing toweling himself off before she arrived, and murmuring in irritation at the sparkling motes and wisps as he did so.]