Apartment Above 6 Unicorn Street, Saturday Evening
Squall was NOT happy. He'd spent the past two days walking around the island. He'd talked to (NPC) shopkeepers, and waiters, and deliverypeople, and passers-by. He'd been friendly. He'd made small talk. He'd even, in the case of one overworked girl at Mooby Land, managed to be something almost approaching charming.
Not only had it not gotten him any closer to understanding what was going on, it was exhausting. And it sucked.
Hopefully, the Sorceress had had better luck.
For now, though, he was slumped on the couch in their strange host's apartment, staring at the floor. It had been that kind of day.
[For the apartment-mates]
Not only had it not gotten him any closer to understanding what was going on, it was exhausting. And it sucked.
Hopefully, the Sorceress had had better luck.
For now, though, he was slumped on the couch in their strange host's apartment, staring at the floor. It had been that kind of day.
[For the apartment-mates]