Glub Glub (Fang)

[Sol Royale]

Sol walked through the streets of Luca casually, his hands clasped behind his head as he maintained a leisure pace. He was currently in the slight Beta form, the more agile albeit not so strong form he had. It was much easier to travel around in this form, with his two small sawblade daggers tucked safely away as opposed to a vicious scythe or massive great sword sawblade slung over his shoulder. No one questioned smaller daggers. Plus it was a lot less intimidating, not as armored as Delta or as menacing as Gamma form’s spiked armor. Sol enjoyed being able to go through the crowds with little attention sometimes, while others he liked to part the crowds as he walked.

This was one of the former times. He was losing himself in his own thoughts as he walked, not even knowing where he was going anymore. He walked and walked, slipping around people here, down emptier roads there and so forth, simply thinking. Of course the thoughts that crossed his rather broken and messed up mind where often left to the imaginations of the people who see the glaze in his eyes. That was how he liked it.

It wasn’t long before he blinked away the daze, looking around. Where was he? He hands fell away from his head to land on his hips, resting against the revealed bare flesh of his abdomen that gave him more mobility than a full suit. He saw water, docks and boats. Considering the evidence, it was quite easy to conclude that he was at the harbor. Sol considered which harbor he was at. Perhaps he had wandered, somehow, to Besaid. ”No, no, too busy for Besaid,” he said to himself, looking about. ”And not busy enough for Bevelle. He sat down on the edge of the docks and looked down at the water. ”That’s definitely a Luca blue,” he commented on the color of the water, watching some dark shapes swim around underneath as fish swam freely.

”Stare long enough into the void and the void stares back… wonder if that applies to fish, too. Wonder what they’re thinking,” Sol contemplated, drawing the stare from various passer-bys as he sat with his feet dangling over the edge of the dock. ”Glub, glub. Glub glub. Glubglub,” he said, mimicking the sounds many assumed fish made, watching the dark shapes. He also started to mimic the mouth shape, making a huge ‘o’ shape that one would attribute to a curious child.

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