ITP: Popsicles.

[anoathkept]

[suddenly, the pool is no longer filled with chlorine, and other items, but popsicles, of the long, slender, and blue-on-a-stick variety. don't forget salty.

standing near the edge of the pool is Roxas, who looks like he just got Christmas early]

I'm never gonna complain about there being too little of this stuff again.

Comments

[anenduringoath]

--Whoa! Not bad!

[anenduringoath]

That's good, then. I'll bet they were happy for that.

[touch_fayth]

Actually, most of them didn't care... except the vampire that threatened to eat me. I was still embarrassed, though.

[anenduringoath]

Vampire? We have those here?

[touch_fayth]

And a squid-man at the lake who's immune to grenades.

[anenduringoath]

Oh, him. I met him! ... he's a jerk.

[touch_fayth]

He stabbed me and Zidane once!

[anenduringoath]

He what?!

[touch_fayth]

Stabbinated us. The whole thing happened when Marcy exploded with babies and I asked if he was the dad. It was a valid question.

[anenduringoath]

No, I'd say so too, but ... man, just for that?

[touch_fayth]

Uh-huh.

[anenduringoath]

Well, I'm glad you're okay. You and Zidane both.

[touch_fayth]

Yeah. We had Potions and the moogles, but I still think we got lucky somehow.

[anenduringoath]

[nods slowly] I fought him a bit -- he said he'd killed a friend of mine, from back home.

[touch_fayth]

...

[anenduringoath]

But see, the thing is -- I mean. I don't know if I want to believe a guy like that, you know? He just might be trying to mess with me.