mortevatem:

   _{There was a flan on the ground. Too small to be much harm, but it was in the Peristylium no less. The blond was tempted to touch it with his shoe, but the thought of it sticking caused him to abstain.}

              _{“Why…?”}

        _{Catching sight of the other’s apparent concentration from afar, Vaan approached curiously from behind. Whatever had captured Ace’s attention had obviously demanded enough for a verbal response, though not one the thief could make out.}

       _{He leaned forward, trying to see what the other had been staring at, “Whatcha lookin at Ace?”}