[Polnareff is grinning at her, his head turned. And then there's someone right in the middle of them, replacing Polnareff's beaming visage. She's met him before, of course, but there's a difference between seeing him curled up and seeing him stretched out, sitting as casually as you please.
Chariot's eyes crinkle upwards in a smile, and he offers a little wave.]
Thought you oughta meet him when we're not in the middle of a fight. This is Silver Chariot!
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Chariot's eyes crinkle upwards in a smile, and he offers a little wave.]
Thought you oughta meet him when we're not in the middle of a fight. This is Silver Chariot!