@crimson-legend // cont. from here.
“ THAT DOESN’T MEAN you have to go around throwin’ my hard earned gil at everyone, though, auron !! “ sizable arms would fold over the guardian’s chest, head canted to the side somewhat with brow furrowed in annoyance. he knew auron was right, but hell would freeze over before he’d admit it. “ i’ve got two workin’ hands --- n’ i’m good at fixin’ things, auron. i’d like to think i could’ve handled it on my own. “ --- a fleeting pause, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. a poor attempt at quelling the hangover that was plaguing him, currently. “ t’have yer furniture fixed up by the GREAT JECHT would be more than enough to satisfy anyone !! “
scoffing, he’d grasp at one of his shoulders with the opposite hand, kneading at tender muscle before shrugging it off. it was too late to be fretting over it now, anyway. but he wouldn’t forget. “ i can’t get souvenirs for my boy if i ain’t got anything to buy ‘em with. we’re definitely stoppin’ in the next town n’ gettin’ our hands dirty for a little. what kind of dad would i be if i went back empty handed ? “ it was strange to him . . . the things he’d taken for granted when he had them were all that filled his mind, these days. all this time in spira must be making him soft.