“Is she? Hard to imagine she’ll get as big as the other’s I’ve seen around the city.” He was glad for the permission though, crouching down to hold out his hand to the bird for a moment or two before he offered a couple of gentle little strokes to her feathered head. Was he particularly familiar with how to interact with chocobos? No, but it was an attempt.

Brows rising a little, “Nope. I can assure you I don’t have any inclination to play the violin, I’m not particularly talented in the music department.” Sometimes he might sing a little to himself, but not around people. “Three AM is an hour I’d rather be unconscious too.” Happily curled up with Rhy, at that. “And I’ve been warned that this place may be bad luck... But I rather hope to prove that wrong.”

Llewellyn hoped to be around for quite some time himself, after all. Going back to his world? It didn’t appeal nearly as much as it had a year ago.