[the little terrier-shiba mix won't let Palamedes get away so easily - at least one pet is required or he'll face a lot of pawing and growling until the fee is paid. only after that is he free to do as he likes.

Manabu falls into step beside him, finagling with something on his hip. looks like a sword gun? 'cuz it is. he's just making sure the safety's on as they go.]

Mn, something like that. I was in the Space Defense Force for the Galaxy Railways. Sirius Platoon. [he hesitates, then breathes out a weak sound.] Which...means nothing to you, but...