Michael
"Nope. I said that I had been working on it and that it was pretty much finished. Though you are not entirely incorrect."

Furo could see how someone could reach that kind of conclusion, but he was not planning to overstate his capabilities in anyway. No, he was not made of munny no capable of pulling of such a feat alone.

"No, the ship came in from who knows what world. Busted and stranded on the furthest edges of the town. I played finders keepers, and some others tried to throw their weight around with 'some punk kid'. So said punk kid threw their weight for them and negotiations had concluded after that."

He waved the entire scenario off for the insignificant matter that it was. Sparing the other two the details for something he barely remembered as it was. 

"So with some assistance from others who know what a wrench is, we carried it back here using our teeny ships. The teeny ship I did build on my own. Took some years scavenging what came in, but I got that one up and running. Did the same to repair the bigger ship I now call mine."

He smiled at that. A reminder of how close he was to completing the goal he set out for himself. He was almost there, just had a few loose ends to wrap up.

"Once I'm ready, I'll take it for a spin from world to world. My own little adventure through the stars. It has been a long time since I had seen a sun myself."
Roy
*Every word that left Furo's mouth made Brad inch close, closer, and closer still, until he was staring right into his eyes. His lips curled into a cat-like grin. Azure irises sparkled with heavenly, hopeful light, and everyone knew exactly where he was going with this.*

"Can we please, please, pleeeeease take it fer a test drive?" *Brad practically begged. He even made the begging gesture dogs do when they want a treat, fists pressed together in mock pleading.* 

*And then he looked towards Cid.* "By the way this all literally sounds insane n' the more I hear about the Heartless an' these worlds n' things, the more I feel like I might just be off my medication." *He paused, as if a memory sat on the tip of his tongue.* "...Hrm."

*He shook his head, gesturing to Cid to imitate him.* "C'mon! If we both beg, he'll let us!" *Brad urged, felinous grin returning instantly.*
Scott
"I do not _beg."_ Cid snaps, eyebrows knit. A side-eye is shot Bradamante's way, as Cid *Considers* His offer— Visibly growing more irked as he tightens his grip, Cid suddenly releases his arms, if only to hook one hand on his hip.

"... But I can't say I'm not just as intrigued by this ship as well. You said she's _not_ a Teeny Ship?" Turning his gaze back to Furo, Cid flashes him a smile, "She must be beautiful. What is her name?"
Roy
*Brad winced at Cid's reaction. Maybe he had pushed him a little too far. But he couldn't help it! This guy seemed to be all about posturing. And well... He kinda wanted to see what Cid would do if pushed a little too hard. How strong could a skinny guy like him be?*

"Oooh! I hope it's somethin' cool. Like, uh... The Ubermensch! Or Zarathustra. Or the Weltall!" *His eyes glimmered.* "An' it sounds like it's a big one!"
Scott
At that, Cid laughs despite himself. Gesturing a hand toward Furo, he cocks his head back, "Let the poor man speak! I'm certain he's already come up with a name for her, there's no need to give him any suggestions."

Seemingly content with that logic, Cid nods, ever so slightly, before looking toward Furo. Well?