spirit-of-compromise:

vaanratsbane:

_{The two did have good points, at least what of them Vaan had chosen to register. Almost proudly then, he changed his demeanor, “You’re right, Larsa, I don’t.” Then turning to the other blonde, he continued his boldness with a jovial smile, “You too, Naminé. To return it would only be a hassle. Glad you understand.”}

_{Pocketing is lesser souvenir, he continued to have that oblivious smile upon his face.}

“Naminé…” He echoed, blinking, as the realization dawned on him. Snapped his gaze to her, frantic ‘neath composed warmth. "Oh, dear, how rude of me! I have yet to introduce myself, haven’t I?” He bowed his head, a hand on his heart. She was a lady, after all. “My name is Larsa Solidor. I am—a friend of Vaan’s." Raising his head, he tossed a brow in way of his comrade. Little more need be disclosed to strangers, no matter how polite or… gentle. "Isn’t that right, Vaan?”

         _{Honestly Vaan was all too happy about her admitting that he probably shouldn’t return the thing that he had grabbed, and she opened her mouth to say something in return, but was distracted by the voice of the other young man. Apparently they were friends, and she pulled a slight smile to her face in greeting, nodding to the boy—Larsa. ”Hello, Larsa, it’s nice to meet a friend of Vaan's. I’m Naminé.”}