~Twelfth Act~
This is me. Balthier. Sky Pirate. Actor in the town's Dramatic Society. Parent of one incredibly obnoxious teenager who makes sure of it that we are aware that he hates us at least three times every day and has an agitating habit of sneaking out of the window at night. And he looks horrified when he sees that Fran and I have stayed up to wait for him to attempt to sneak in. You'd think he'd have figured out by now that we're on to him...
I never knew how difficult teenagers could be until I had one. They are, for lack of a better word, impossible. However, I am 100% sure I was this bad, if not worse, as this was around the time that I fell out with my father (yes, some of the memories from my life in Ivalice have returned, courtesy of my sojourn there with Fran recently). Albanion is only fourteen, so we still have another four or five years of this behaviour to put up with. He's only just beginning to embark on this journey of impertinence, youthful rebellion and parental resentment. How we're going to survive when he gets to sixteen and things get really difficult I have no idea. I'm just waiting for the day when we catch him in bed with some local girl. In mine and Fran's bed, of course. Where else?
Even though I now have parental responsibilities thrust upon me, I still have plenty of time for my legal studies (which are coming more and more in handy as the days progress) and for the rehearsals for the Dramatic Society's production of "Chicago". Turns out I can still carry a tune with vigor, as I was able to attain the role of the lawyer Billy Flynn. Many interesting comparisons can be drawn, now that I look at it.
Luxord, despite my strong medication, you still owe me an evening out with drinks. I had heard you were feeling unwell, my friend, and I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you before now. Things have, naturally, not quite been going as smoothly as was initially prescribed. Let me know how you and Miss Aeris are doing. Perhaps the four of us should go out for a meal sometime. I'm sure the terrorist-in-the-making that I call son can babysit himself at this stage. As long as he's not drinking or doing drugs...
And Kairi, my dear, I hope you are doing well. There are so many things I've missed through no real fault of my own, I hope we can convene for coffee to go over the finer points of what I've missed out on :)
Now... where's that little blonde firestarter Al-Bhed who keeps calling me "butt-head"?
I never knew how difficult teenagers could be until I had one. They are, for lack of a better word, impossible. However, I am 100% sure I was this bad, if not worse, as this was around the time that I fell out with my father (yes, some of the memories from my life in Ivalice have returned, courtesy of my sojourn there with Fran recently). Albanion is only fourteen, so we still have another four or five years of this behaviour to put up with. He's only just beginning to embark on this journey of impertinence, youthful rebellion and parental resentment. How we're going to survive when he gets to sixteen and things get really difficult I have no idea. I'm just waiting for the day when we catch him in bed with some local girl. In mine and Fran's bed, of course. Where else?
Even though I now have parental responsibilities thrust upon me, I still have plenty of time for my legal studies (which are coming more and more in handy as the days progress) and for the rehearsals for the Dramatic Society's production of "Chicago". Turns out I can still carry a tune with vigor, as I was able to attain the role of the lawyer Billy Flynn. Many interesting comparisons can be drawn, now that I look at it.
Luxord, despite my strong medication, you still owe me an evening out with drinks. I had heard you were feeling unwell, my friend, and I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you before now. Things have, naturally, not quite been going as smoothly as was initially prescribed. Let me know how you and Miss Aeris are doing. Perhaps the four of us should go out for a meal sometime. I'm sure the terrorist-in-the-making that I call son can babysit himself at this stage. As long as he's not drinking or doing drugs...
And Kairi, my dear, I hope you are doing well. There are so many things I've missed through no real fault of my own, I hope we can convene for coffee to go over the finer points of what I've missed out on :)
Now... where's that little blonde firestarter Al-Bhed who keeps calling me "butt-head"?