"I guess." He's lived in Midgar his whole friggin' life. Not in the same house or nothin' but same city, although he's traveled the world 'cause that's... his job. And though he's probably the least sentimental person he knows, home's still home.
He looks around, shielding his eyes from the sunlight: it's bright but it's pretty and the village is small but the view goes on and on. He wouldn't mind flying over it in a chopper; that'd give him his usual pilot's frame of reference for a place but like that's gonna happen.
"So is there more to this tropical hideaway? 'Cause me, I'm wonderin' what kind of trouble a guy could get in here. No weapons shops or found materia? No monsters to summon, no aliens or shit like that? Present company excepted, of course."
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:00 pm (UTC)He looks around, shielding his eyes from the sunlight: it's bright but it's pretty and the village is small but the view goes on and on. He wouldn't mind flying over it in a chopper; that'd give him his usual pilot's frame of reference for a place but like that's gonna happen.
"So is there more to this tropical hideaway? 'Cause me, I'm wonderin' what kind of trouble a guy could get in here. No weapons shops or found materia? No monsters to summon, no aliens or shit like that? Present company excepted, of course."