From the sacred room of Zell.

Oct 04, 2004 21:24

Home.

I've been thinking, and there's nothin' about Balamb I don't like. The air that smells a'tha ocean, sunny days, being near my ma', the people. Err, sometimes not so much the people, I still get called too excitable but not as often anymore. That's weird too 'cause I don't think I've slowed down or anything.

Been too quiet for my liking but none'a the townspeople are complaining about it. S'about time they all got to relax, Balamb's been through too damn much I think people are just tryin' to forget anything ever happened. Much as they can I mean, Sorceress', the Lunar Cry, and nearly losin' everythin' they ever knew by no fault'a there own is kinda' hard to forget. Tellin' ya, the kids are getting along better than most of the adults! More fun to be around too.

Even if I did lose my Quezicotl card to the kid next door and it took two-frickin'-hours (and some gil too! The little brat!) to get it back. Nothin' else to report just now, know-it-all-Zell has been doing some reflectin' and some planning ahead. Scary thought ain't it?

And don't you dare think I forgot: Happy Birthday Instructor Trepe--I mean Quistis! Damn that habit.

Yo, you really gotta' come to Balamb to celebrate! And we gotta' see Squall before he leaves, heh. Y'know because we're gonna' uh,...miss him a lot, yeah that's it.
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