The weekend is almost here for the mun...

[edgar_roni]

So, this is it. The last day of a nine day work week during which you suffered through new responsibility at work, an illness that you've yet to recover fully from, a mild hangover from last night, and the usual familial problems.

How do you do it?

[He smirks a little.]

More importantly, how are you going to celebrate? I'm thinking taking her up on her offer sounds good, for starters...

Comments

[sabin_rene]

Wow, and I thought my mun had problems.

[edgar_roni]

Everyone does. But mine tends to collect them until they overwhelm him.

[sabin_rene]

That's not good.

[ethereal_earth]

Instead of celebrating, I think your mun should rest. He needs to take care of himself, and so do you.

[edgar_roni]

How kind and insightful of you, Terra dear.

[ethereal_earth]

It's only the truth.

[edgar_roni]

Oh, we're both fine. I'm touched that you care. Thank you.

[Oh, it seems he's got a hold of your hands, Terra. When did this happen?]

[ethereal_earth]

Of course I care.

[She looks from her hands to Edgar, confused.]

What are you doing?

[edgar_roni]

Oh, dear me. I'm sorry.

[Ho ho ho, and they're promptly released.]

[ethereal_earth]

...Are you sure you're feeling well?

[edgar_roni]

I'm fine. I assure you.

[ethereal_earth]

If you say so. Still, I wish you and your mun would rest. It sounds like he had far too much going on this past week.

[aria_di_celes]

Don't you think you should rest a little before chasing after skirts?

[edgar_roni]

Who said anything about chasing skirts? Your presumption -- [No matter how correct it may be...] -- wounds me so, Celes...

[aria_di_celes]

I'd like to think that I know you enough to read between the lines.

[edgar_roni]

So you think I've a one-track mind?

[aria_di_celes]

Sometimes, yes.

Was I right with my assumption?

[edgar_roni]

No.

[Yes.]