Mission: SEVENTY-THREE

[cataclysmicly]

... Looks like the city was busy last night. One thing after another.

Hey, husband. How's Naminé holding up? I haven't seen her on the journals much.

Squall~ Walk home with me tonight?

Comments

[voice]

[belkar]

Yeah, fucking killings every hour, it seemed.

Makes it hard to focus on a restaurant.

Re: [voice]

[cataclysmicly]

I'm sure people would try to revolve their deaths around the hours of your restaurant to make it more convenient for you if you asked.

[voice]

[belkar]

I'll try that.

I'll walk up to a guy trying to kill someone and go "Excuse me, sir, do you think you could wait until after the man has paid his tab?"

Then while he's confused at what I just said, I'll gank him with my swords.

I figure the best defense is a fucking good offense.

Re: [voice]

[cataclysmicly]

....Yeah, you try that.

[zacked]

Naminé's doing all right. ♥ I think she'll be staying in bed from now on, so I imagine you won't be hearing from her over the system for a while.

[cataclysmicly]

Good~ So long as she's all right.

And how are you feeling? Getting anxious?

[zacked]

She is; I'm making sure of it. ♥

I'm... calm. Perfectly calm~.

[cataclysmicly]

Uh huh, calm. Is that because Angeal's there to knock you upside the head when you start to panic? ♥

[renzokukenly]

... of course.

[cataclysmicly]

.....And then dinner afterwards~?

[renzokukenly]

... whatever.

[cataclysmicly]

One of these days, you'll realize that "yes" and "no" are fewer syllables than "whatever" and start using them instead. ♥