He seemed to be having quite the misadventures here in Traverse Town. The exploding house, lacking money for food, the waterway collapsing, reminisces about Seifer, catching a god damned cold… He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t. Or so he told himself ( Read more... )

The redhead stretched his arms above his head, tensing his muscles up before flopping them down lazily. “Ah. There we go.” Stretching process was repeated with his legs, instead of setting them back on the floor, they were propped up on the opposite side of the narrow-lane of the ship. It merited a few glares from others in the ship with him. ( Read more... )