#8bittheater

[bobauthorman]

“I should have mentioned this at the beginning. I solve my problems through violence.”

-Black Mage, speaking for every Shonen protagonist ever.

[chibimartins]

"I am the living flame, and I teach the holy games Teach the secret of the dance Throw the future in the runes Kick the sand in Satan's face I put Jesus in his place Shaman or priest, it's all the same The Magician is my name" #tbt #8bittheater #cosplaygirl #cosplaybrasil #finalfantasy #finalfantasycosplay #whitemage #2007 https://www.instagram.com/p/B25LEwCFsO-/?igshid=8ty11k4fzmu

[sokol-the-grinder]

8-Bit Theater

Ever since learning about Jacket’s interest in going to the arcade some day, he had been restless and eager to heal up so they could hang out. It had been some time since he allowed himself to just have fun. He managed with hockey though, lately, that had been mildly stressful. Something told him that he should have gotten the other’s phone number so he’d be able to call before he came by, then again...he wouldn’t be able to say anything.

Due to the inability to check if the man was even home, his knocks were met with nothing but silence. He tried again no less than ten minutes later and, still, silence was all he received. He glanced briefly to the stairs, wondering if he should go back home or simply wait; a set of choices where he quickly came to a conclusion. He sat next to the door and turned his focus to a loose thread dangling from the cuff of his pants. It entertained him for all of three seconds before it was plucked away and flicked to the ground.

After several moments of sitting there, entertaining his thoughts, he checked his watch and was surprised to find that nearly an hour had passed and it wouldn’t be another hour until the next bus would run. Thoughtfully chewing on the inside of his lip, he considered the handle above his head before getting up and digging into his wallet to pull out a card.

A few moments later he was entering the apartment and closing the door behind him. That little trick had yet to fail him. Returning the credit card to his wallet, he glanced toward the kitchen, then the living room. Well. While he was here he might as well make himself useful. This place was in dire need of cleaning, anyway. Shrugging off his hoodie, he draped it over a chair and headed off to the living room to get to work starting with the leaning tower of pizza boxes he found on the table.