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For a dragoon who constantly liked to be on the move, stargazing seemed to provide some sort of strange comfort. He never did it often at home, but he supposed now he ought to.
The landing of the ship would mark a return to his world. The world engulfed in war, unrest, and uncertainty.
"That's too fuckin' bad..." he muttered aloud, forgetting that others were around.
Well, I had a great time at final fest. Talked to people, partied, danced with a friend. Overall good times. Time to do one last thing before I leave.
The music was still playing, and Aqua was still up. She wasn't sure why. It's not like she was dancing. No, right now she was just enjoying the stars coupled with the music.
Feeling considerably better after dancing with his best friend, terra decided to go get a drink and talk to some people. He sat down at the bar and got a non alcoholic beverage. It was good. Then he saw Leon, standing there alone. "Leon!"
"Dancin'? NooOoOoo fuckin' way, korā!"
Instead, the dragoon left the stage area and made his way to the Engine room, where a special-somewhat-secret event was being held. This was definitely more in his forte, as it involved throwing. As a lancer, throwing just happened to be part of his moveset. And when he finally reached the area, he grinned to himself. After tossing aside his annoying blazer, the dragoon began stretching his arms.
Guess I'll practice with somethin' else first, korā. Heh.
Ah, music... That was definitely something she enjoyed more than awkwardly looking around. But on the other hand, dancing was not. While she prided herself on her ability to help people, she had two left feet when it came to actually dancing properly.
And that was when she caught sight of someone leaving. Hmm.. What a nice shade of red hair... But as the thought struck her, so did a wave of motion sickness, forcing the blonde to set down her glass and run for the closest source of fresh air.
"Don't give a shit that I'm late to the party- 'm here now, ain't I?"
The lights had dimmed, the music had changed pace, and people were expected to dance together. Leon stood in his corner. Watching in silence. His mind drifted off to days past, with a girl, a ballroom, and a shooting star.
Immediately he removed himself from that memory for his own sanity. Moments like that never did happen twice.
