Friday Afternoon

Season - Late Spring
Expected Weather - Heavy Rain

Well, Laguna couldn't say that he didn't try this time. He really did try to find his partner before going out on his own again, but he wasn't there when Laguna checked around and well, he was hungry and his investigation on what SOLDIER actually made sausages out of was thwarted when he got into an argument with the chef about it ( Read more... )

This had to be punishment.

Granted, the fountain incident...it hadn't exactly been subtle. It hadn't been quiet, and it hadn't even been particularly smart. But - and this was an important fact, and incontrovertibly true - it hadn't been his fault. Still, he'd been in the vicinity and something had been ripped apart, so it was only natural he was ( Read more... )

Friday Morning

Season - Late Spring
Expected Weather - Heavy Rain

He'd stopped along the way a few times when he found a place to take photographs, so it took about twice as long as usual to reach the Training Hall. Ritsuka just couldn't help himself when it came to photography. As they approached the hall, he perused the pictures they'd just taken with a satisfied look on his face. Ion was very photogenic so ( Read more... )

Thursday Night

Season - Late Spring
Expected Weather - Light drizzle

Even in spring, the snow refused to melt. At first, he'd thought it strange, but now he was used to seeing snow in some form or another all year round. Ritsuka pulled his jacket closer around him, two books tucked under his arm, and trudged along beside the school building. Normally he had a class right around now, but he'd fallen asleep while ( Read more... )

Sunlight peeked out through the clouds occasionally, hitting the still-bright white paint of the Furuhata's sign of the shop. Inside, things were relatively quiet ( Read more... )

Thursday Afternoon

Season - Late Spring
Expected Weather - Partially Cloudy

Al was getting used to being woken up by a sharp tug on his straw-colored hair. He automatically reached above him and took hold of his fluffy, golden alarm clock, wrestling his hair from its beak. The baby chocobo warked and nuzzled at his fingertips ( Read more... )