32nd Sphere

[child_abuser]

[Anyone passing by 752 Partridge on Sunday will see Jecht lying face down in the middle of the beach on his front lawn.  His entire body is more or less covered in scars - both the ones he got from working in the factories in Soviet Mayfield, as well as the ones he earned in Spira defending Lord Braska on the Pilgrimage.  He's definitely breathing

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[the_strong_deva]

You okay down there?

[child_abuser]

"Fine."

[This is, of course, mumbled into the sand.]

[the_strong_deva]

Okay!

I'm gonna grab a beer. Should I bring you one?

[child_abuser]

[Haha, she's so straightforward, I love it. XD

Jecht rolls over onto his side, revealing the wounds he tore back open from working in the factory before.]

"...Some water'd be good."

[the_strong_deva]

[She frowns a little, but hey, he said he was fine. He'll walk it off, or something.]

All right. Don't go anywhere!

[And she's in the house.]

[child_abuser]

[Rolls onto his back while she's in there, staring up into the sky.]

[the_strong_deva]

[Comes back out with a beer and a glass of water. Sits cross-legged next to Jecht and puts the latter on his forehead.]

There you go.

[child_abuser]

[IS UNAMUSED.

Takes the glass of water and lifts his head up enough to drink it without choking.]

"...Thanks."

[the_strong_deva]

So did you get in a fight, or what?

[child_abuser]

The fresh ones are from the factory. The other ones... yeah, from fights.

[the_strong_deva]

At least you can be proud of some of 'em.

[child_abuser]

Yeah, that's for sure. I got those ones fightin' for the guy who saved my life.

[the_strong_deva]

That's how you get a scar!

[child_abuser]

"Hell yeah."

[Grins confidently. IS THIS A BROMENT OMG]

TIME TO MAKE UP SOME HEADCANON

[the_strong_deva]

You know, I've always envied humans for scars.

[child_abuser]

You don't get 'em?