“Gross. Gross. Ew! Ew! Gah!” The lumbering man squeamishly exclaimed as he shoved the recently deceased guardsman. His nausea subsided though when the rifle was tossed to him, forcing him to catch it and wake back up to the mission at hand. As soon as he got up, he moved to wipe the blood off his clothes with his hands, only to stop after a few strokes to realize the stains don’t show on his already red attire. “Huh. Looks like this color is handy.” He grinned at his companion, noticing his own disheveledness while armed with the guardsman rifle. “Not gonna lie man, but I’m REALLY digging this look on you right now.”<br/><br/>His cheeky grin though slowly faded as he realized just how much he was digging it. He cleared his throat and looked away, just as he did back at the shop, before playing it smoothly as he climbed over the debris towards the pillar, “Let’s go, we don’t have much time!” He slid down just a bit over the other side of the debris, but stopped about halfway to leap off the junk and over the fence blocking the entrance to the staircase up. “Last one at the top is a rotten chocobo egg!” Rauly called out as he leapt up a few steps at a time. He was hoping the playful challenge would make Grey move with more urgency. At least, that was the reason Rauly was telling himself. He’s never this playful on a mission. He usually complains. But this time, for some reason, something is making him feel a bit more childish, trying to add a bit of fun to saving the city.