Grell gave a mental squeal of delight before turning his attention back to the movie, circling a thumb lightly in the palm of Marco's hand idly.

Those monsters seemed awfully powerful for that chocobo, who wasn't a kid anymore. Those scrawny legs from before were gone, and now it was his moment to shine at those annual races. The chocobo couldn't forget his family, and raced to win the prize money for their farm.

"D'awww..." Grell munched on popcorn at the touching cause.