[Zidane doesn't look back at Eustace because he's making faces at his once again fluffed up moogle who bats him with its pom. It doesn't hurt, but Zidane does knock it away with a hand... cloak. He adjusts Eustace's cloak a little more to get his hand out properly to point at his familiar.]
Just wait till my magic's like yours. Then you're really on...
[Of course, both set aside their angry scowls to look over at Eustace and Eria. Right, she was oddly... mad after being pummeled herself. Tilting his head, Zidane nods, keeping back with Moguo who is similarly curious.]
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Just wait till my magic's like yours. Then you're really on...
[Of course, both set aside their angry scowls to look over at Eustace and Eria. Right, she was oddly... mad after being pummeled herself. Tilting his head, Zidane nods, keeping back with Moguo who is similarly curious.]