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"This...can't be good," he grumbled under his breath. Noel pushed a hand up to his head, flicking a few stray strands of his hair away from his face. And as his eyes flitted back and forth amongst the swarms of people, all he could see were endless splotches of color -- and nothing that resembled the Moogle he had just lost in the process. He let out a perplexed sigh and suddenly felt himself being pushed over towards a display window by the bony elbows of passerby. And as he pursed his lips in distaste at the man who had pushed him, Noel was beginning to realize how much he missed the quiet of his own home. The overabundance of people was becoming less of an attractive idea to him.
"Where could that little piggy kitty have gone?" he mumbled to himself as he scanned the mounds of people around him. "Maybe those kids who were so interested in him had actually taken him without me looking." And that was sure to displease someone like Serah, who was so attached to the little guy.
Finding an approachable person amongst the crowd -- some of whom he knew, and others who he didn't -- he decided to tap the person's shoulder and made sure to greet them with a courteous smile; even he might have looked rather anachronistic in such tribal garb. "Hey," he greeted, "You...wouldn't have happened to have seen a little bobble-monster around would you? Completely harmless? Has a bobble on his head? A big red nose? Kind of...dumb-looking...?" He acted out the curious little bobble that would've adorned the moogle's head, awaiting an answer.
