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The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.

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"Pawpaw we ran out of 1"-8 Hex Nuts. Didya remember to order th' new ones?"

      He rubs his beard thoughtfully, “ Coulda!? Did’ja check them inventory slots agin’?!        Taka might have’em like last time, check on ‘em. ”

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Do you have any interesting stories about my dad?

       “ Dependin’ on what’cha wanna hear, kiddo.             Ah got plenty of odd crap on him, but ah got some good ones too,             what’re ya in them mood fer? ”

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Cindy huffs, hands on her hips as she stares at him. "Yer gon' have t'do this one. Cust'mer says he ain't gon' have no lady doin' 'is repairs n'such. Won' take no advice from me, neither."

Eyes flickering to the younger mechanic in front of him, he gives one final squeeze of the bolt upon the pole-arm he was working on. The mod for the prince’s next weapon was close to being finished, but it seems he has other matters to attend too today. Grumbling as he moves to stand straight, he narrows his eyes in aggravation at her previous statement. Excuse me? A customer is giving his prodigy a rough time!? They were refusing her kind service and advice for what again!? Clearing his throat, they refused service because the skillful worker in front of him is a lady. 

                        What fuckin’ day and age are in again!? 

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he moves past her without warning. Cindy’s hands moved a lot more swiftly than his could these days. She was the source of endless information and knowledge when it came to their machinery. Fuck she was an excellent designer if she wanted to be! Hell, she made his shit look better half the time!

 He taught her the odds and ends of the vehicles and machines alike. He showed her the ropes, but most of all she upgraded his teachings to better suit the people around them. To help those in need. Who the fuck thinks her work wouldn’t be as top notch as his!? 

“  They mus’ be new. Ain’t no one gon’ talk to mah baby girl like that.       Where the fuck is mah hammer, ah’ll show ‘em a thing er two    ‘bout respect in mah garage. Ta cust’mer ain’ always right. ” 

                               He wasn’t going to take anyone's bullshit today.                  Especially, if they were going to disrespect his grand-daughter. 

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regiscxelum :

‘By the way, have you contacted Cid? If you haven’t, shall I do it for you?’ “No, it’s fine. There have been delays, but I managed to call him today.” ‘Is he doing well?’ “Yes. But he told me, if you wish to leave your son and his friends in my care..then I expect you to show yourself. Bow your head respectfully and ask me to do it personally.”

   Despite having an age difference of twenty-seven years, their experiences–both personal and with one another–has brought them together as friends. More importantly, they are brothers. 

   Cid Sophiar was a service technician working within the crowned city, and his expertise placed him in charge of the Lucian royal vehicle fleet. This fleet included Regis’s personal car, one that he was bestowed upon his eighteenth birthday and upon receiving his license. Their relationship was a bit of odds and ends since day one. Regis would pull into the garage with his shiny, new car expecting maintenance work, only to find the mechanic hop in the passenger seat and tell him to drive off–no questions asked, because no explanations offered anyways. ( Who in their right mind would make royalty drive them around? Only this man. ) But Regis complied (reluctantly) and quickly found himself chauffering the older mechanic from appointment to appointment. He came to appreciate these times, though, because they offered him two invaluable things: increasing his love for driving and being able to shake out of his royal image.

   At his coming of age, the prince was offered many grand gifts from various brands–one of which was a cruiser. The most prized one, however, was that given by the head mechanic himself. The Regalia. A pet project of Cid’s that ran smoother than anything he’s ever been in. It was perfect. All that time driving with Cid had been part of a test to see whether the prince was worthy and responsible enough for this special vehicle; and he was. 

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"Can I call you uncle Cid?"

“ Sure ya little king—Ah reckon ah’ll be watching yer tiny hid once in a while so ya    can get some fresh’aier from them boring ol’ throne rooms!    The other kid can call me what he wants ta—   just don make it a habit of makin’ nick names fer me! ”

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bothers the paw-paw by putting loud music playing tbh.

      “ Cindy! Turn that noise off—yer scarin’ them customers away with               that horrid shit ya call music! Put back mah tunes ya little minx! ”

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regiscxelum :

Ever the gruff soul, his dear old friend. The verbiage and tone was one he hadn’t heard in years. None dared speak to the king in such manner, especially not as far as giving him such an informal nickname–none except for this one.

 “I’ve only a kid, remember? At least as far as biologies go.“ Regis chuckled. “You’ve nothing to worry about, old friend. They will only be making a pitstop at Hammerhead before going on their very way. They’ve a journey to embark on–” he pauses, glancing then at a frame upon his desk, “–just as we had some thirty years ago.”

 "If you feel they need to earn their keep, then do as you please. Perhaps you could hammer them into shape, no?”

He scoffs into the phone as the royal pain speaks with a gentle mirth he’s long to see in person rather than listen too and read upon the written letters they exchanged. Regis was a man that was full of surprises, but this one was definitely on top of the list; right beside the one where he had invited Cid into his party many years back. Least the old King still had some sense of humor left in him, given the painful situations Regis had to bare. ( If only he could stand by his side proudly like he once did to lessen the pain; to help rid the burdens of his duty and his life. )                              This new task however was not what he had in mind. 

       “ One kid---two kids, four kids! It’s all ta same, ya shit.         Ah’m havin’ ma own troubles with just a gran-baby not listenin’ to ma instructions! ”

     “ Heh---we had one hell of a trip if ah recall! Ah ‘member ta day y’all laid          eyes on a Chocobo fer ta first time, pure fuckin’ joy!          Wonder if ya boy is gonna react ta same way ya did...          Ah’ll whip ‘em into shape if ah gotta, after all,          I hammered ya head pretty good when ah needa’ ta. ”

He waves his free hand in exasperation as he eyes the young men with a cautious eye. Own adventures---that was awfully kind of the King to send children off into the world for a little while. At least when this trip was over, the elderly regime could finally shake off the crown and place the burdens of a king to his heir. Then he’d finally get the rest he deserved after such a long service to Lucis and it’s hard teachings. He secretly hoped might be able to see Regis in the flesh after all the years of separation. 

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suitedfordark :

He definitely had a bout of guilt for that; of course it couldn’t be helped. As the man beckoned to him, he hopped to his side and rubbed his neck. “To be honest, I haven’t been able to take her out for some time– Prince Noctis received the Regalia and has been in her since.” 

“I try- but this time I let her sit so long I would rather prevent all issues and bring her straight to you. Especially since I am hoping to have her out of city safe…” 

Ignis tried to watch what the man did, if he could do nothing else while keeping out of the way he would do what he did best and learn. 

His eyes perked up instantly as he heard the Regalia’s name leave the others lips. So he handed her over the kid of the family---huh. Snorting, he rolls his eyes; looks like it became a family heirloom now if the child of the family was gifted it. At least the young men the heir was graced with was driving a prize greater than the city itself. A prize Cid spend years on perfecting for the King and his royal entourage. Granted their were two versions of the Regalia, one simpler than the other, but it warmed his heart to know the original was passed on. 

        “ At least yer ridin’ with style, kiddo. That regalia is older than yer car here           an she runs better than anythin’ out there. Ah would know, I made her. ”

Inspecting the dip stick, he wipes the piece of metal against the rag he had. It was dry. Not completely, but the dip stick was held little to no oil on it---which would explain the cars sudden seize up and sounds. How Ignis had managed to get into his shop without exploding on the way was beyond him. Lady luck must’ve graced his side if he was alive and walking around his garage with worry. 

      “ Ight’----she needs a oil change, badly,           but ah’ll check any other mainence’ if ya need ‘em done. Can ya afford the service, kid? ”

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"I went to bed when I was told; sooooooo How's she looking? My car fixed?"

 “ Was Insomnia built in a day, ya lug, get back to whatever ya were doin’     and lemme work in peace.     Unless ya wanna put on a jumper and help an old man out with his job!? ” 

Hand waving a gently rusted hammer, he moves to place it back into his belt as he forces his attention onto the others car once more. Wincing lightly as his hip gives out a sharp jolt, he sighs as he holds onto his side, playing it off as if he was hanging unto his utility belt instead. He was getting old for this hobby now, but the child that so rudely appeared before him was getting impatient. He’d best get back to his work before he calls in the cavalry—-or rather those loud friends of his to keep him company. 

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astrayeus :

   “I know that. No worries.“ Gemiya chuckles, expecting no special treatment. Of course she expected the question regarding Cor, but she wasn’t expecting it to be one of the first questions out of the old man’s mouth. Oh well. 

   “Oh? I think I’m old enough to come as I please without his permission!” That and it’s not as if Cor didn’t know. Gemiya left him a text message after all. “Is it a crime to visit you now?”

      “ Old ‘nough? Yer still a tiny spec of startdust in mah eyes, Ghemi.         Don’t think yer ready for this adult world just yet! ”

Mirth flaking off his words as he spoke, he gave her a rare smile as he moves to stand in front of her. Giving her shoulder a gentle pat, he snorts as he realizes just how much she’s actually grown. Or rather, how short he seemed to be getting, given his poor posture. Hand moving over her forehead, a tiny flicker of his index finger meet her head, 

      “ Yeh---ya don’t need that darn samurai with ya twenty-four-seven!          What ‘cha doin’ here anyways? Keepin’ an eye out on them hot spots today!? ” By hot-spots, he meant boys. Or rather unworthy bags of flesh that wouldn’t dare find their way into her world without so much as a hit from Cid’s hammer first. 

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partyprincenoctis :

“Ah-h?! Ack! Quiddit!” The prince whines as he backs up from being hit, rubbing the place of impact on his head. He stands up and gives Cid an annoyed expression.

”Seriously, Cid? Dang. I figured that these gifts would have calmed you down or something. I mean, it’s not like I owe you much more than this, but still. Also, fuck off with that nonsense in blaming my father, ya grumpy bat. It’s not his fault that I ended up this way, okay? Sheesh. If you’re gonna blame anyone, blame The Six.“

      “ Mind yer fuckin’ manners than, ya dumb shit---          the six be cryin’ they ended up with someone like you leadin’ the world. ”

He waves the can of beer over the younglings figure, left eye twitching from his frustration and exhaustion. Honestly, where in the world did Cor thing it’d be a good idea to let Cid take care of the prince and his lackeys. To give ‘em advice and help them with the modding---granted he offered up the free mods, but he was starting to regret the choice as the rebellious teen spews out profanities of his own. At least he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, but Cid wasn’t one to take others colorful vocabulary with out quirking out his own. Taking a swig of the bitter beverage, he sighs, 

      “ It ain’t like ah owe ya free mods and upgrades either Kiddo,         y’know a fuckin’ thank you would’a be real nice once in ah while. ”

                            Not all this materialistic bullshit. 

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somxus :

Ahhh, thank you so much for 200+ followers! You guys are so rad like you have no idea. In such a short time I feel so welcome on this site and so much love for this blog. I am such a shy potato and still am fearful in talking to you all sometimes haha ;w; But I am trying to get better at that, but know I am always open for talking! I just want all of all use to have a good time here you know? Hehe♥ Anyways, below are the list of my babus, just know I love and appreciate you all and I am happy to get to RP with you guys, and if we haven’t yet I look forward to the times that we will! (PSST, these are mutuals only and no personal blogs are listed so please understand this♥ Also if you have more then one blog, I may just put one of them, hope that’s okay♥)

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promptsilver :

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It’s been exactly three weeks and I’ve gained over 150 followers, and that’s absolutely crazy to me!

I started this blog on New Years Day, and honestly my year has been off to a great start <3 

This is the first time I joined a fandom alone, or, without a friend to talk to about it. (This alone seriously made me so nervous I almost didn’t make this blog.)

None of my friends like Final Fantasy, and honestly I haven’t really played other Final Fantasy games, but this one was just so much fun, and Prompto stuck out to me as such a loveable character. I cried at the end, and I just enjoyed the heck out of the game.

I was worried I would make this RP blog, try to interact, not meet anyone/not get to know anyone, hit a wall, and go inactive. It has happened to me before, and I tend to play number games in my mind over being popular and concerning myself with things like that.

And yet, I haven’t felt that way at all with this blog. I’m baffled I have as many followers as I do! I’m so happy with the interactions I have going, and I’m checking my blog all the time, not just for my interactions, but I genuinely enjoy seeing you guys on my dashboard.

I just want to say, this isn’t an exhaustive list. I will (hopefully) always be expanding and reaching out more to people. However, you guys in particular really stuck out in my mind, and I wanted to say thank you. I hopefully caught everyone, and I hope to interact with more people on the way.

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partyprincenoctis :

Here comes Noctis rollin’ up to the garage with two bottles of beer and some scandalous magazine. He also tries to hide his nervousness. He really doesn’t want to get yelled at. But… knowing him, he’d immediately fuck up.

“Lo’ Grease God Cid, God of Grease, Lug Nuts, Diesel, Machines, and Grumpy Old Fart Syndrome… I bring tribute! Two beers and a skin mag.” 

After that he kneels down and gently puts the items close to Cid, so he doesn’t have to get up to get them, and backs waaay back out of ear-chewing out range.

He takes one quick glace at the scandalous magazine and furrows his brows in even more. Is this child, serious? Was this suppose convince him to spare this kids life!? To forget the consequences!? Taking the magazine abruptly and rolling into a shape of a pipe, he raises a single brow at the delusional prince. 

       “ Call me OLD, one more time. Ah dare ya kid. ”

Waving the skin mag in front of the kneeling prince, he bends over slightly to grab the freshly cooled beer. Maybe this kid has some brain cells left in him, but that didn’t stop Cid from glaring at his retreating form. Grunting, he chucks the dirty magazine at the others head, 

      “ Reggie needs ta take ya ta his grave too, fer bein’ dumb an stupid!                   Ah thought he raised ya better! ”

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astrayeus :

   “But… I wanted to visit my favorite Grandfather.”     He’s definitely not her grandfather by blood, but     Gemiya always thought of him as a grandfatherly     figure. That counts.

     “ Compliments ain’ gonna get ya a discount little star!           What’re you doin’ back here without that dumb paw paw of yers!? ”

He shakes his head with mirth, a tiny smile growing on his lips as he makes his way to greet her properly. Moving to adjust the cap on his head, he rolls his eyes at his favorite little niece. Kids these days. Always getting into trouble!

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ofhammerhead :

AKA ANOTHER FOLLOW FOREVER!! (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)

Oh dear Lord!! I still can barely believe I’ve reached such a huge milestone in the time span of a month? Because there’s only been a month and just !! wow. I would’ve never guessed my blog would grow like this and people would actually appreciate a really half assed portrayal of the most beautiful Gear Goddess in this world? maaaaan, I have so much to thank you all for and I truly appreciate every daily message and every single one of your little comments about the way I write Cindy and just !! the attention I get. You guys are the absolute everything to me and you make me actually proud of giving tumblr and the rp community a second chance. ♥ tysm everyone!! Bless your precious faces and here’s to more followers to come and moments with y’all. ♥

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