I just wanted to let you know how much I value whatever we have. πΈπ
You are like a beautiful flower πΌπΊπ· in my life, adding colour πand joy π₯³ to each day. π€π¨π You also have thorns! Ouch!
I sent this to you because I was bored! π»πΉ
Please pass this βοΈ message βοΈ on to 3 π―ββοΈ other poor suckers π―ββοΈ who you wish to bother! πππ¬π« If you don't, your choochoo will dry up like a desert or your pecker will turn into an ugly chicken! π±
[ Sometime after his arrival, Zidane is just exploring the city and what it has to offer. He'd found Choco and is now taking him around the town too.
The library. He pauses and nods his head slightly, why not. He slides off Choco and leaves the bird outside after muttering a quiet "Stay.".
Zidane's hands run along the book shelves, occasionally stopping to pick up one, look it over and put it back. He rounds a corner and bumps into someone there. Startled a bit, he steps back. ]
Sorry.
[ Then he looks at the person in question. Zidane's jaw goes slack and he just stares before letting out a small quiet: ]
[ naturally, living in his second whole new world, he was doing the exact same things he did to get used to living in the last one: reading. voraciously. maybe he didn't need the five volumes of fiction on the top of the stack, but--
books go tumbling into the air. and stay in the air, with a slight glow around them. Kuja makes a disgusted noise, setting aside the part of the pile that didn't fall, getting ready to start picking them u...
... He'd... be... that age now, huh? ]
...That is my name.
[ how the hell do you remember him, you were four. ]
text; un: Pierrot; this probably takes place later but i could not resist
Date: 2023-03-24 04:37 pm (UTC)Hello, friend of some kind whatever! π€π
I just wanted to let you know how much I value whatever we have. πΈπ
You are like a beautiful flower πΌπΊπ· in my life, adding colour πand joy π₯³ to each day. π€π¨π You also have thorns! Ouch!
I sent this to you because I was bored! π»πΉ
Please pass this βοΈ message βοΈ on to 3 π―ββοΈ other poor suckers π―ββοΈ who you wish to bother! πππ¬π« If you don't, your choochoo will dry up like a desert or your pecker will turn into an ugly chicken! π±
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In-Person
Date: 2023-04-18 04:35 pm (UTC)The library. He pauses and nods his head slightly, why not. He slides off Choco and leaves the bird outside after muttering a quiet "Stay.".
Zidane's hands run along the book shelves, occasionally stopping to pick up one, look it over and put it back. He rounds a corner and bumps into someone there. Startled a bit, he steps back. ]
Sorry.
[ Then he looks at the person in question. Zidane's jaw goes slack and he just stares before letting out a small quiet: ]
Kuja?!
GOD I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY
Date: 2023-05-13 11:51 pm (UTC)books go tumbling into the air. and stay in the air, with a slight glow around them. Kuja makes a disgusted noise, setting aside the part of the pile that didn't fall, getting ready to start picking them u...
...
He'd... be... that age now, huh? ]
...That is my name.
[ how the hell do you remember him, you were four. ]