Of All Things to Repeat
Aug. 18th, 2010 06:55 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[The number of moogles greeting Edgar with birthday wishes as he walked into the workshop was a bit unsettling; it was the day after, now, and all celebrations were over. Still, perhaps it was just a moogle way of doing things - they were very friendly and curious creatures, after all. And any other greetings were normal enough, wishing him good luck during the day and various other standard lines. He brushed it off as a cultural oddity and sat down to wait for his reluctant assistant-slash-guinea pig, working on grinding a small piece of machinery for one of the castle engines as he did.]
[...Hadn't he done something similar the day before, though? Oh well, it was a common part, perhaps they'd decided to stock up on the things.]
[...Hadn't he done something similar the day before, though? Oh well, it was a common part, perhaps they'd decided to stock up on the things.]