. . . . well that didn't go well.  It exploded in my face.

Tysh, I am seriously looking my touch.

[Private to Axel]

Some things can up, so sorry about the delay.  I'll shorten it to 110 Gil because of that.  Anyway, it's ready.  You can pick it up anytime the store is open.

[/Private]

Well, it took a while and some talking to some people, but I finally got my own shop.  Can't survive in this place if I can't make any dough.

Hello people, your Mr. Fix It has arrived.

So come by if you need something unbroken, especially you lovely ladies out there ~<3

[Private to Self]

Eh Al Bhed vun tuipma calinedo.  E tuh'd ghuf fru dra ramm lyh ( Read more... )

There shouldn't be a problem with this machina.  I fixed all I can, but there shouldn't be a problem.  It's not working at all.  Neither is my walkie talkie.  Fryd dra vilg ec fnuhk, kuttyssed.

Well, I'm certainly not in Spira anymore. Or Kansas for that matter.

Fuck, where the hell am I?