Xander doesn't remember, really, to bother to spend his points. For some reason, things feel ominous--and he only finds out why when people start to walk off the train.
Most departures don't faze him--the faces are familiar, but only because they'd been in the same place for months. But then Gladio and Ifrit leave--and he knows that it won't work to try to stop them. Just like it didn't work with Sven.
So instead, he runs back into the train to find a piece of paper. Torn from his notebook, and in the biggest letters he can make, he heads out with a sign saying: FREE HUGS.
If he felt like he could use one, Xander could only imagine how many other people might need some physical comfort.
Kitchen
The oven timer dinged, and Xander opened it, using a mitt to pull the sheet of cookies from within, and shovel them onto a cooling rack with a spatula. The kitchen was redolent of chocolate chip--Xander couldn't think of a better comfort food than chocolate chip cookies!
"No, Cottonball, these aren't for you!" But he chided his bat gently, and shoved the plate of cut fruit towards the tiny white puff. "That's better for you anyway."
Platform
Noticing someone who looks confused, Xander approaches them with a cheerful smile--and a plate of chocolate chip cookies that still have that fresh-baked aroma around them.
"Hey, you new here? I'm Xander, I can give you some pointers if you like? If you don't, that's cool too, but either way--want a cookie? I made them myself!"
Xander Woods | OC | OTA
Xander doesn't remember, really, to bother to spend his points. For some reason, things feel ominous--and he only finds out why when people start to walk off the train.
Most departures don't faze him--the faces are familiar, but only because they'd been in the same place for months. But then Gladio and Ifrit leave--and he knows that it won't work to try to stop them. Just like it didn't work with Sven.
So instead, he runs back into the train to find a piece of paper. Torn from his notebook, and in the biggest letters he can make, he heads out with a sign saying: FREE HUGS.
If he felt like he could use one, Xander could only imagine how many other people might need some physical comfort.
Kitchen
The oven timer dinged, and Xander opened it, using a mitt to pull the sheet of cookies from within, and shovel them onto a cooling rack with a spatula. The kitchen was redolent of chocolate chip--Xander couldn't think of a better comfort food than chocolate chip cookies!
"No, Cottonball, these aren't for you!" But he chided his bat gently, and shoved the plate of cut fruit towards the tiny white puff. "That's better for you anyway."
Platform
Noticing someone who looks confused, Xander approaches them with a cheerful smile--and a plate of chocolate chip cookies that still have that fresh-baked aroma around them.
"Hey, you new here? I'm Xander, I can give you some pointers if you like? If you don't, that's cool too, but either way--want a cookie? I made them myself!"