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There is handholding.

And presently there are sandwiches. Isabella's bracelets pay for these too; if Serah has her own set she didn't bring them. Isabella catches Serah up with what she's been doing in the months intervening her last visit to the Eyrie, and Serah catches Isabella up right back. Serah's time has apparently been consumed with preparing with the Eyrie choir group she belongs to for the next Gloria.
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Micaiah eats his sandwich and listens to all the catching-up and enjoys the comfort and happiness of the moment.

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They finish their sandwiches. Serah has just remembered that she's signed up for harmonics any minute now, so Isabella takes her up the mountain first.

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Which leaves Micaiah all by himself in a lovely new city with nothing much to do and no adorable feelings to keep him occupied.

He wanders off.
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Isabella's back at the sandwich shop a moment later. "Micaiah?" she calls. "Where'd you go?"

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He does not immediately appear.

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Now she's worried. Velora's generally safe, but...

Well. She looks at her arm, and turns slowly in place, and goes in the brightest direction.
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There he is! He has found a little kiosk that sells odds and ends of various kinds, and is browsing at it.

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"There you are. Did you find something else you want?" Isabella asks.

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He straightens from his perusal of a table and looks back at her. "There you are! Nah, not really," he says, hurrying forward to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

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"Okay. Back up to the Eyrie, then? Serah's harmonics start any minute now, we can sit and listen - she's got a wonderful contralto."

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Brightly, "Okay!"

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She scoops him up, but while she's taking her first step forward to get to launch speed, the arm supporting his legs slips. Her grip with the other arm tightens automatically - he would not have fallen even if they'd been in the air - but he does drop enough to not-quite-sit on her thigh.

"Ow!"
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"Oh! Sorry," laughs Micaiah.

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"What is that?" Isabella asks, re-situating him in her arms and retrying takeoff.

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"Just a little something I picked up," he shrugs. "I can put it back if you want."

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She brakes and loses the lift she'd been accumulating, skidding on her boots in the street and scattering a couple of people who'd believed themselves well out of their way. She shoots them an apologetic look.

"...You told me you didn't find anything else you wanted," she says slowly.
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"I wasn't thinking," he says.

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She puts him down and takes his hand and marches him back to the kiosk. "Is this where you got it?" she asks him.

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"Yeah," he says, resisting her hand a little but ultimately going where she takes him.

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"Excuse me," Isabella says to the proprietor. "My friend picked something up and neglected to pay for it. Would you rather it be returned or would you prefer to bill the Eyrie?"

The man blinks. "What was it?"

"Show him, please, Micaiah," says Isabella tightly.
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He shrinks away from both of them a little, but produces the object: a tiny folding knife.

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"I'll bill the Eyrie," says the kiosk operator. "Thank you, angela."

"Thank you for understanding," she replies. And, still holding Micaiah's hand, she turns back the way they came. "So. You can keep that."
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"Okay," he says in a subdued voice, and disappears it again.

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Isabella covers her eyes with her hands. "What were you - no, you weren't thinking, you said. Why weren't you thinking?"

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