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[Hoo boy. She sighs.]
I think strange isn't the qualifying word here. I don't think you're strange partially because I grew up around all sorts of people, so I understand them.
If you want to ask if you are different and behave in ways that are unusual in general? Particularly on the Barge? Yes, we can talk about that.
I think strange isn't the qualifying word here. I don't think you're strange partially because I grew up around all sorts of people, so I understand them.
If you want to ask if you are different and behave in ways that are unusual in general? Particularly on the Barge? Yes, we can talk about that.
I would. Please.
[he believes his graduation hinges on it]
Particularly I would like to lend focus to correcting my oddities to make me more palatable.
[he believes his graduation hinges on it]
Particularly I would like to lend focus to correcting my oddities to make me more palatable.
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No, that's not why. I don't want to feel as if I'm punishing you.
It's pretty selfish, I guess.
It's pretty selfish, I guess.
You don't need to correct your oddities Thrawn. Being pleasing isn't necessarily going to help.
[Is Thrawn misunderstanding on purpose or...]
How many have you asked, and what did Florian tell you about this in particular?
[Is Thrawn misunderstanding on purpose or...]
How many have you asked, and what did Florian tell you about this in particular?
I do, if I am to achieve my goals and graduate.
Yourself, Hanna Cross, Vincent Valentine, and Cloud Strife. So far.
We were discussing nuances in behavior and how I have been called strange all of my life without much context behind why. Here, I am afforded the patience of others to finally understand. Florian suggested I ask those I interact with directly.
Yourself, Hanna Cross, Vincent Valentine, and Cloud Strife. So far.
We were discussing nuances in behavior and how I have been called strange all of my life without much context behind why. Here, I am afforded the patience of others to finally understand. Florian suggested I ask those I interact with directly.
"Why one bush in particular?" Maggie asks warily, not so tired that she misses the possible implications there. She is a licensed journalist, after all.
Well, it's not a bird, a person, or a dragon, so.
[He has definitely never given the number of legs any thought.]
I think that makes it very easy to ride? The only thing more comfortable would be a camel.
[He's never actually been on one, but he's seen a few passing through markets with traders from the west. Riding an animal with a built-in backrest must be cozy.]
[He has definitely never given the number of legs any thought.]
I think that makes it very easy to ride? The only thing more comfortable would be a camel.
[He's never actually been on one, but he's seen a few passing through markets with traders from the west. Riding an animal with a built-in backrest must be cozy.]
"Because Justine brought it in." Her voice was tired, and her eyes shut tight. But for a few moments, before she straightened up.
"It would be too new, but it's possible." She started walking towards the trees where the bush was located. "You'll know it by scent?"
"It would be too new, but it's possible." She started walking towards the trees where the bush was located. "You'll know it by scent?"
I have other people I trust to ask, if you decide you'd rather not. And you don't need to decide right away.
[ She says he doesn't have to be okay. But...he always had to be. No matter what was thrown at him, he always had to keep going. To hold it together and make the best of any given situation. No matter how shitty it was.
And he did. He fucking did, even when his entire world was crumbling all around him. None of it was fair, not a damn bit of it - which is part of the reason why he got so angry.
Now, though - now, he just feels heartsick. Because he doesn't want to fight with Angeal, doesn't want to be angry or yelling or feeling like he's right back in Aerith's church with all the weight of his loss and grief.
All he's done is make things worse, and he doesn't know how to fix it.
He closes his eyes, leans into her a little, and lets out a soft breath he didn't realize he was holding. ]
...I didn't try my best. I just...blew up. And now, it's - everything's all messed up.
And he did. He fucking did, even when his entire world was crumbling all around him. None of it was fair, not a damn bit of it - which is part of the reason why he got so angry.
Now, though - now, he just feels heartsick. Because he doesn't want to fight with Angeal, doesn't want to be angry or yelling or feeling like he's right back in Aerith's church with all the weight of his loss and grief.
All he's done is make things worse, and he doesn't know how to fix it.
He closes his eyes, leans into her a little, and lets out a soft breath he didn't realize he was holding. ]
...I didn't try my best. I just...blew up. And now, it's - everything's all messed up.
[Her sigh is quiet, almost peaceful against his shoulder. He doesn't have to be okay. He needs to breathe, to be sometimes. She wonders for a few moments if he ever talked to Sheehan, did art therapy, but she isn't sure. Zack might have been too restless for that.
But she'll be here for him now. She'll offer him a kiss to his temple, and hold him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
Because he is.]
Maybe it isn't. Screwed up I mean. Could you tell me what happened?
Maybe we can figure out what to do, together.
[She's more than happy to listen. It wouldn't be the first nor the last time she tried to listen, to help. Especially for Zack. She wanted him to know he was safe, that he could tell her things.
And she could tell him things too.]
But she'll be here for him now. She'll offer him a kiss to his temple, and hold him like he's the most precious thing in the world.
Because he is.]
Maybe it isn't. Screwed up I mean. Could you tell me what happened?
Maybe we can figure out what to do, together.
[She's more than happy to listen. It wouldn't be the first nor the last time she tried to listen, to help. Especially for Zack. She wanted him to know he was safe, that he could tell her things.
And she could tell him things too.]
It's appreciated, and I'm thankful for that. Really Jedao.
But no need. I'll supervise.
Zack may be there sometimes too, as a warning.
But no need. I'll supervise.
Zack may be there sometimes too, as a warning.
Because it's not going to help you, and it's not going to do anything but hurt you.
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to hurt you.
...we could ride dragons?
[That. They have to do that. She tilts her head, frowning but...maybe it is more stable? Huh.]
So...once we're comfortable with chocobos and horses, we should try dragons and camels?
[That. They have to do that. She tilts her head, frowning but...maybe it is more stable? Huh.]
So...once we're comfortable with chocobos and horses, we should try dragons and camels?
I just meant dragons have a different number of legs sometimes.
[Riding a dragon is definitely off-limits! At least as he understands them.]
Camels might be fun, though.
[Riding a dragon is definitely off-limits! At least as he understands them.]
Camels might be fun, though.
"Nope, I hate the smell of all roses now," said with cheer in her tone that she absolutely does not feel. She holds up the plant ID book she has in hand, with papers tucked into it marking the appropriate page. "I went to the library before I called you."
More seriously, she adds, "I'm probably the only person who'll react quite this badly to rose scent. There were two other werewolves in there, but one was willing and the other was... not as fucked up about it as I am?"
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