darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
The streets of Luca weren't quite as crowded as Yuna had expected. People still crowded the streets, pausing here or there to talk of the latest Blitzball game, or to discuss their love lives, or even to mention how things had been at work. The milling noise of the dozens of people felt odd to her, especially after spending so much time with just her companions on the Gullwings. Now though, the ex-summoner had some time to herself, and had elected to come here.
She reached down onto her side, above where her gun holders were, and felt her money bag. Several thousand gil were nestled in there, and that was just the largest bag. Most of the merchants would give her credit anyway, due to her reputation and numerous good deeds. She rarely took advantage of it, though now she considered it.
The girl strolled along the shops, ambling toward the market district. there she paused to peer into windows, eying the displays, wondering just what she should look for. It sometimes felt as though she wore nothing but the clothes produced by dress spheres, especially the gunner outfit she wore now. To have something else sounded almost pleasant. But should she be spending money on something like that?
Yuna leaned back, biting her lip for a moment, hedging. Without turning, she began walking down the street, eyes still glued to the display of clothing. She'd barely made it a few steps when she ran into someone, sending them both sprawling. Apologies leaked out of Yuna as she tried to see who it was she'd just so rudely encountered, and a blush already formed on her cheeks.
She reached down onto her side, above where her gun holders were, and felt her money bag. Several thousand gil were nestled in there, and that was just the largest bag. Most of the merchants would give her credit anyway, due to her reputation and numerous good deeds. She rarely took advantage of it, though now she considered it.
The girl strolled along the shops, ambling toward the market district. there she paused to peer into windows, eying the displays, wondering just what she should look for. It sometimes felt as though she wore nothing but the clothes produced by dress spheres, especially the gunner outfit she wore now. To have something else sounded almost pleasant. But should she be spending money on something like that?
Yuna leaned back, biting her lip for a moment, hedging. Without turning, she began walking down the street, eyes still glued to the display of clothing. She'd barely made it a few steps when she ran into someone, sending them both sprawling. Apologies leaked out of Yuna as she tried to see who it was she'd just so rudely encountered, and a blush already formed on her cheeks.