( In a place that boasts everyone can visit, Cid knows it's only a matter of time before he runs into someone. To him it makes sense; if he's been dragged over then the probability of others from home existed which is more than enough for the outlaw.
A familiar voice puts a smile on Cid's face and at first he doesn't look up from the item, instead turning it over in his hands. )
Oh I don't know, I think it'd suit me quite nicely. ( And with that the jewellery is placed back down as Cid looks over to Jill. ) You're a sight for sore eyes.
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A familiar voice puts a smile on Cid's face and at first he doesn't look up from the item, instead turning it over in his hands. )
Oh I don't know, I think it'd suit me quite nicely. ( And with that the jewellery is placed back down as Cid looks over to Jill. ) You're a sight for sore eyes.