... I'm finally eighteen. Woah.
So, tell me: what do all you cool adult people do when you're eighteen in this world? We (the Al-Bhed, none of this holy Yevonite poo the Spirans used to do way back when) usually have a big party and there's this whole ritual-crap thing, but I'm not too into that here, you know? It's too much planning, too much thinking. Besides, I wouldn't know who to invite. DEFINITELY NOT SEYMOUR!!
But now that I'm eighteen, I can do more things! Get a decent job, get paid, live in a rich mansion far, far away from aquatic monsters? Do the marriage thing, make some Rikku-babies, right? At the very least go on a few dates, or go looking for buried treasure by myself without people being overprotective meanies about it. I wonder if turning eighteen here counts as if I turned eighteen back home. Try convincing Pops that. That's just one disasterrific conversation waiting to happen.
private to self. semi-hackable.
E ghuf drec ec tisp yht cdibet yht hud Rikku-mega yd ymm, pid E geht uv fecr so vysemo fyc rana du lamapnyda fedr sa, oui ghuf? Acbaleymmo Sus. E fuhtan fryd Shinra yht Brother yna tuehk fedruid sa. Bnupypmo kaddehk hudrehk yllusbmecrat, icamacc puoc!
E ruba Yunie'c tuehk kuut. E ruba ajanouha'c rybbo yht hud duu funneat ypuid sa, oui ghuf?