Michael
"I just work here part-time. There isn't a bed here for me to sleep since most spaces are full of parts or projects."

Of course that did not mean that he had not dozed off once or twice. Or about half the time he entered the building. Really, no one was counting. After consistently taking a nap wherever he stationed himself for a few years, no one was keeping track of the actual number.

Furo shuffled off to put away the spare parts he had claimed. He did not need a lecture into the heartless, so it was better to finish securing his bounty. A bounty he haphazardly dumped in a box that for someone else to inspect and sort. If he was risking exploring the constantly expanding town, then someone else can deal with the more tedious stuff. They were welcome, and he knew he was awesome for doing it. 

When talk of the gummi ship was shifted over to him for explanation, he perked back up into the conversation. Though, he doubted he would be anymore enlightening than most.

"Uh, Gummi Ships fly in space. That's how people get from one world to another. Something about their parts being made from meteors. I wasn't really paying attention to how they were invented when I learned about them."

The blonde glanced toward the pair roleplaying as nobles. Neither were casing the place nor looking to make trouble, so he did not stress being mugged for the moment. Then again, he should have been more worried of them dusting up with each other. As long as they took their playfight outside, Furo had no issues with the ongoing banter.
Roy
*Brad wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved at the information or horrified at the implication. This was getting stranger and stranger by the moment. So there was once one big world that exploded. Now there's a bunch of worlds. And those worlds have hearts. And when the Heartless eat the hearts of worlds, despite the fact that worlds to his knowledge were made of dirt and water and not exactly blood-pumping organs, that world... Becomes super spooky and kills everyone on it? It felt so simplistic, but that idea was so hard to process. And Cid's expression made it no more digestible.*

*He turned to Furo, which gave him a little bit better scope of the scale of what he was dealing with. What exactly constituted a 'world' was unclear. But if they were anything like the information he could barely recall, they were floating in some kind of space. Space which, to his knowledge, was incredibly difficult to get to. Maybe he should have been less skeptical by that point considering all the other weirdness. But again, hard to process.*

"So... You have a spaceship." *Brad's tone was flat.* "Like, here. In this workshop. In this town. Ya have a vehicle that can get to space, and travel to other worlds. Through space." *He sounded more incredulous by the second. But finally, the migraine became too much, and he looked away, turning to Cid.* "And ya made it sound normal. Does everyone 'ere have a Gummi Ship? Is that like tha equivalent of a family car? Ownin' a space-farin' vessel?"

*And then that twinkle appeared in his eyes once more.* "Can we see it?"
Scott
"... No questions about what I said, this time?" A single eyebrow raises as Cid folds his arms, all smiles as he tries to keep from laughing; Now that was certainly a healthy amount of deflection! Laughing at such a situation would be such a faux pas, but Cid otherwise makes no attempt to hide his amusement.

A light nod confirms Brad's suspicions as Cid regards him, "It's usually the first thing people buy. I have one, of course."

A glance, toward Furo, "... — But I can't say I'm not just as curious about your ship, amigo. You said you built it yourself?"