19th Sphere

[child_abuser]

[In a rare move, a frustrated Jecht picks up the phone and dials a call out to the town.]

"Y'know what's really shitty 'bout this town? No beach. What the hell kind of summer can you have without a beach?"

[Anyone who stops by the Evans household on Partridge today will find Jecht setting up a crummy-looking makeshift beach out on his front

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[weiss_tank]

A beach? Man I could use one right now. Where are we supposed to find one though?

[child_abuser]

In my yard. I'm makin' one.

[weiss_tank]

FOR REAL?!

Want any help?

[child_abuser]

Hell yeah, man! You rather haul bags of sand or help build the pool?

[weiss_tank]

I'll haul bags of sand. It'll remind me of home. I'll be right over! [Phone slams down and he runs to your house...which doesn't take very long.]

[child_abuser]

[By the time he gets there, Jecht's already got some of the sandbags open and is busily pouring them out over the front lawn. He looks up at Ken's entrance and waves.]

"Yo."

[weiss_tank]

Hey! [He's at full bore smile and ready to dive into work. He actually kinda enjoys manual labour.]

Alright, where's the rest of them and I'll bring them over.

[child_abuser]

[Points at the pile of sandbags that he bought and hauled home in Final Aeon form that morning all by himself LIKE A BOSS. Man, the drones sure had some interesting looks on their faces from that.]

"Over there."

[weiss_tank]

[Final boss!]

Okay! I'll get started.

[Ken quickly went over to the pile and began hauling the bags expertly over to where Jecht wanted them]

[child_abuser]

[Have a bemused chuckle~]

"Man, never saw anyone so happy about haulin' dirt around before."

[Folds his arms and looks around.]

"Okay, let's open these up and start spreadin' this shit around."

[weiss_tank]

Sand's a lot easier then dirt to carry! It's hard to explain.

[He set down his last back and got it open. He then carried it over to a patchy spot and poured out the sand]

Did I tell you I was a florist back home? I used to haul the dirt and fertilizer bags around for my coworkers. I prefer the sand.

[child_abuser]

"A florist?"

[Laughs a bit.]

"C'mon, you're shittin' me. Really?"

[weiss_tank]

I ain't shittin' you! I really was a florist with three other guys. Hey, it makes good money and the hours are flexible. Plus my apartment was above the store and it was near a really awesome park.

[child_abuser]

"A florist. With three other guys."

[STAAAAAARES.]

"So 'fess up - how many of you are gay?"

[weiss_tank]

What the hell kinda question is that?! I'll have you know the main customers of the shop were girls!

[child_abuser]

Ohhhhhh, so you worked there to pick up chicks. I get it now.