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Who: Dewey and YOUEY
Where: The Docks
When: Mid-August
What: Dewey and Friends attend the traveling festival! Open post! If you've ever threaded with him, he considers you a Friend and would have invited you in a BBS post. Feel free to start a TL at some other specific event if you want to skip the lead-up: rigged games, sideshow attractions, maybe gawking at the Manticore of Munn ...
Warnings: will be added if they become A Thing

The minute Dewey heard the rumors going around that there was a traveling festival in town, he knew he had to go. Noctis was right: it was high time he got back down into the city, despite the fact that he and Rapunzel had gotten so hopelessly lost a few weeks ago. This time, he was going prepared: a map from the library was tucked into his backpack, with plenty of room left over for cheap midway winnings and souvenirs he didn't even need, but would absolutely hoard anyway.

He left a quick note on the bulletin board, addressed to anyone he even remotely considered a friend: Guys hey let's go to the dock festival meet you outside the path to town k we're DEWING THIS - Dewey

Anyone who wanted to meet up with him could find him bouncing on the balls of his feet, too excited to stand still.

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Even for who and what he was, he was considered tall among his world's people, but he did not tower over most as he did with this individual. Still, manners of nobility and all, Kuja shut down his thoughts of the... child's? adult's? He couldn't be sure... greeting to Noctis and bowed down to take the hand offered in a by-now familiar gesture of introduction.

"A pleasure. I am Kuja."

Dignity went right out the proverbial window so to speak with Dewey literally sitting on his chest like he was doing right now. But to make sure the kid didn't fall off of him, Noctis reached his hands up to keep the boy sitting up right.

Somehow he was reminded of the Hiso aliens when he'd met Sarah, but then Dewey spoke and the king couldn't even look Kuja in the face right now. First his dignity, then the duck pronounced them friends. Well, it had been what he was trying for, but had no idea what the other thought. And as much as he did want to know what the silver haired man thought about what had been said, he decided that he didn't.

His blue eyes watched Kuja take the offered hand without a comment. Great, that probably meant that Noctis would get an earful later. Sitting upright with a shake of his dark head, the king sighed, scratching the back of his head. And as he got to his feet he saw two people he considered friends introducing themselves to each other. This was a good thing in his book.

"I had a promise to keep." the king said, looking at Dewey with a slight smile and a nod.

Dewey watched Noctis, realizing that he seemed almost embarrassed at the way he'd been knocked over, then maybe nervous. He had the sudden, creeping feeling that he'd done something wrong, and that maybe Noctis wanted him to leave them alone. Kuja carried himself like he was kind of important, after all, with the bowing and the fancy language, and he thought back to the fancy balls Uncle Scrooge had taken them to, grudgingly, with the linen tablecloths, candleabras, and free food. It hadn't been his scene - aside from the free food - and he'd felt immensely out of place.

But here, this sort of thing, that was his element, and in that, he saw an opportunity: a way to make Noctis look cool in front of his fancy friend and be sure that they all had a great time.

"Yeah, I told him that when something happened in town, we should both go. And this carnival is a lot like the ones we have in Duckburg every fall! So it's perfect! I can show you around just like I would if we were back home. I'm practically an expert at this stuff."

The almost shy nature of his companion wasn't lost on him in the midst of everything, and he surprised himself to think it almost endearing - for a brief moment. But with so much of his time in this world and in every other, he knew better than to let his expressions give him away and allowed for a smile at it and nothing else.

One might have easily thought it a reaction to being among a stranger and a familiar classmate, trying to make good impressions, and why not? Wasn't that what people, as a general rule, did? He liked to think so.

"I see. It does take the drone out of classes day in and out, doesn't it? I believe we were here to do just that, and I would not mind your direction, if we do not object." He looked to Noctis, awaiting his decision.

He looked at Dewey who seemed a little more happy than usual as he spoke to Kuja. So as the two talked, he stood there and listened. It was adorable how the duck just took to the other and ran with it. He shouldn't have been surprised because that's basically what happened to him, but that his..friend? wasn't hissing or snarling or something, things were looking up, right?

Being looked at for direction surprised him because again there was no attitude behind it. Was Kuja actually relaxing around him? Well, Noctis decided he was just going to go with it and let Dewey make a new friend since the other party seemed somewhat agreeable to the idea.

Nodding at the silver haired man, the king then looked at the duck. "Show us the way."

"Geez, you guys talk all fancy like Hendrik," Dewey observed, though it was more out of amusement than judgement. "I think a day at the fair is just what you need to loosen up. Maybe we should start with some drinks." There were no rollercoasters to really get their hearts pounding and their adrenaline up, so he'd have to settle for sugar or caffiene. "There's a lemonade stand over there. C'mon!"

So saying, he shamelessly grabbed their sleeves and tugged.

Perhaps it was Dewey's accent, he thought, that made the rest of them sound like they spoke "fancy," whatever that meant. All of Gaia sounded strange to him when he first arrived, until he learned to mimic their tongue and blend in. Curious, but not unlikely - he thought the boy's accent sounded unusual as well, in a unique way.

He had been about to agree to visit the stand when he found himself pulled in that direction, quite literally. The contact caught him off guard, raised a quiet tension down along his back at its suddenness, a reflex long and hard learned, but one he covered with another smile easily, though belatedly.

"I see. I suppose we will, then."

Noctis absolutely wouldn't say he spoke fancy at all. Compared to that warrior guy he spent time with and Cecil, well he just didnt talk anything like them. So he just half laughed and shook his head as he was tugged on, going along with things easily enough.

But when Kuja permitted himself to be tugged on, that got him wondering. It was funny, because Dewey had more courage than he himself had, but then again ducks were cuter. So that had to be the reason that the other man wasnt fussing or snarling or whatever.

Besides, the 'friend' comment made earlier still had him silently snickering, so he just smirked over at Kuja quickly and went along.

Edited 2019-08-30 02:40 (UTC)

At the nearest stand, Dewey procured three of the largest available cups of lemonade, presenting one to each of his new friends like a DTV Movie Award before picking up his own and giving it a voracious slurp. They were made the best way, too: with the whole squeezed lemon still left cut in half at the bottom of the cup.

"Whatcha think?"

Time left to himself in this place had nudged his perspective on so many aspects of his life - in small ways, but no less. Letting himself be tugged in the direction of the drink stand, for instance, might have received a harsh tug back before, but now Kuja took the encouragement gracefully and straightened his sleeve and followed along.

The drink was accepted with a soft hum of thanks, but he took a moment to examine the liquid inside and gave it a delicate sniff before he took a sip of it. The sourness of the fruit balanced out in a strange way with the sweetness of it in extremes he knew immediately that he didn't like, but he held onto the glass regardless and tilted his head, face revealing nothing. "It is... perhaps a little much for me. But if either of you like it, you may have mine."

The lemonade wasn't bad because it wasn't vegetables. Noctis thought it needed more sugar but he didn't say as much. "Not too bad." he said, eyes having slid over to Kuja who didn't want his.

The king promptly took Kuja's and drank it because otherwise he was going to ask questions or say things that were sure to get him into trouble. The silver haired man wasn't ready for him to be more of himself so he had to do something instead. Lemonade happened to provide that answer for right now.

He still just couldn't believe that that Kuja had allowed Dewey to tug on him and get away with the friends comment.

gonna step up - step up - step right up

8DDD fren!

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