Recognizing Kuja may have been easier if he was dressed in his usual outfit (it was, after all, a hard one to forget), but he was clad head to toe in bandersnatch fur. Stunned by the impact of his landing, he remained on his back and blinked up at the sky. He'd been on that damned board just a second ago, so how had he wound up here?
A man's face popped into view above him, silhouetted against the painfully blue horizon. Come to that, he looked as strangely familar to Kuja as the Genome did to him. Some sort of public figure? He thought he'd seen that scar before, on the news or something. Well, one thing was certain: if Squall did recognize him, it wasn't going to be for humanitarian work. And if the man couldn't place him on his own, then far be it from Kuja to help him along. He may or may not have been temporarily insane when he'd decided to visit Icicle Inn, but he was here for a break, not to burn the whole village down because someone had finally identified him.
So he took that outstretched hand, his grip stronger than his rather frail appearance would suggest, and when he regained his feet he was ready with a disarming smile. It was crooked and guileless, unstudied, perhaps a bit sheepish. He even looked Squall over thoughtfully, despite the fact that he already knew he'd come up blank. "I shouldn't think so. I've an excellent memory for faces--especially the handsome ones. I'm sure I'd remember you." And then came the real kicker. He looked aghast suddenly, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, and added: "Oh, dear. You've seen that video, haven't you? Well, this is awkward."
After hearing that, especially in conjunction with the compliment he'd just given Squall, most people wouldn't want to think about where they might have seen him before. They'd want to think about, oh, anything else, a fact that Kuja was well aware of and willing to use to his potential advantage.
Ffff saying "I think we met at the company picnic five years ago" isn't enough for him, clearly.
A man's face popped into view above him, silhouetted against the painfully blue horizon. Come to that, he looked as strangely familar to Kuja as the Genome did to him. Some sort of public figure? He thought he'd seen that scar before, on the news or something. Well, one thing was certain: if Squall did recognize him, it wasn't going to be for humanitarian work. And if the man couldn't place him on his own, then far be it from Kuja to help him along. He may or may not have been temporarily insane when he'd decided to visit Icicle Inn, but he was here for a break, not to burn the whole village down because someone had finally identified him.
So he took that outstretched hand, his grip stronger than his rather frail appearance would suggest, and when he regained his feet he was ready with a disarming smile. It was crooked and guileless, unstudied, perhaps a bit sheepish. He even looked Squall over thoughtfully, despite the fact that he already knew he'd come up blank. "I shouldn't think so. I've an excellent memory for faces--especially the handsome ones. I'm sure I'd remember you." And then came the real kicker. He looked aghast suddenly, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, and added: "Oh, dear. You've seen that video, haven't you? Well, this is awkward."
After hearing that, especially in conjunction with the compliment he'd just given Squall, most people wouldn't want to think about where they might have seen him before. They'd want to think about, oh, anything else, a fact that Kuja was well aware of and willing to use to his potential advantage.