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[luxuriant]

What, are you expecting my opinion or something? I hate to break it to you but I'm not about to help you choose which way to torture me here.

Look, I've got a better idea! How about that nice place? You know, the one with the households, my bud and my cutie Colette. Let's focus on that one instead!

...Man...

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[luxuriant]

I'm not getting worked up!

[. . .]

Okay, whatever, but you try being alone in some funky place! On a boat meant for cargo, no less!

[innermonologues]

It must be so hard on you to go somewhere and not be seen.

[luxuriant]

[He actually laughs at that, if a little bitterly, and shrugs as he shakes his head.]

Ouch. Now you're just getting harsh. What's the matter, jealous of my popularity?

[innermonologues]

... Not really.

[luxuriant]

Ahahaha! If you want some tips, you might want to change what you wear.

[RUDE ZELOS...]

All right, come on, at least switch my place somewhere! You owe me one, don't you? What about a duel with someone? You can handle that right?

[innermonologues]

I don't just head into battle for no reason.

[luxuriant]

There's plenty of reason! I paid for your leg, right? [FORCEFULLY.] And I helped you out in the first place.

As for the duel, I owe him a fight. Can't say I'm really feeling up to it with how things are now, anyway, and you seem like the type to go for that stuff...

[He's just messing with Squall at this point.]

[innermonologues]

I'll repay the money I owe you.

[luxuriant]

[He makes an 'x' with his arms.]

Not allowed!

[innermonologues]

Why not?

[luxuriant]

Because I said so! [His word is law don't you know.] But if you're gonna use that weapon of yours I might have to participate too.

[He's just deciding things on a whim by now.]

[innermonologues]

( This guy makes no sense! )

What do you want?

[luxuriant]

My mind off of things.

[Well that's more honest than he lets it sound, and now he's laughing a bit.]

Calm down, man, I'm just saying you should go fight that Seifer guy for me. I need more time to relax with my hunnies, you know? [Completely different game completely out of nowhere completely lying...

I'm sorry for him w;A;w]

[innermonologues]

[ His frown only grows when he hears that name. ]

Have fun with Seifer.

[luxuriant]

Heeeeey! [Back to whining already, he groans and throws his hands up in defeat.]

Man, you really don't go with anything, do you?! No fun at all... And so harsh.

[innermonologues]

I'm sure the two of you would get along fine. You should keep him.

[luxuriant]

Well, we are partners... [Seifer must be rolling in his non-existent grave by now.]

[innermonologues]

. . . [ FACE. PALM. ]

[luxuriant]

[IN...BATTLE... weapon and meister?!?!

he didn't even think about clarifying]

Hahahaha! [PATS HARSHLY ON THE BACK.] Man, I guess you're not so boring after all! You're forgiven.

If your mun ever sends you somewhere, be sure to post about it so I can come make-- uh, I mean, wish you luck!

[innermonologues]

I'm not sure if I feel more sorry for you or him.

[luxuriant]

What? [Raises one hand as if he's hurt here.] The answer is obviously me, right? Do you know what an uncivilized barbarian that guy can be? Trying to go off on missions without me, a complete amateur at communicating with people who don't speak his language-- and have you seen his drawings?

He's a walking embarrassment.

[innermonologues]

Try growing up with him.

[luxuriant]

[A bit of a pause.]

I'll give you that. [You win Squall...] But get back to me if you ever have to resonate with him and then we'll talk.

[innermonologues]

I'd rather not. [ Pause. ]

You have my condolences.

I'm not here at all...

[douchebagging]

[But he totally hates both of you.]