No, but fuck if I'm going to walk about with my left nut stuck to my thigh for any longer, chafing to hell and back. We can take turns doing look out if you like.

[Cid gazes at the canine for a bit longer. Was that any stranger than anything else, truly?]

If this place is no good, I'd rather know sooner than later. Come on.

[Cid looks between the three choices of doors. Indeed, the square seems like the safest pick. He pushes through, pleased to be greeted with a normal enough room.]

[Cid pulls his coat off, then his boots, then unbuttons his shirts and pulls it off over his head. The sight of his own arm stops him dead in his tracks.]

What the fuck?

[He licks his thumb and tries to wipe it off. ]