Bartz gains a warm smile as he moves to unlock the museum’s doors. It was that time of year again, when trainers would be coming in for a badge. The youth felt a tad nervous, but couldn’t deny the sting of excitement.
"Let’s do this!"
"Goin’ for me but what’s with the jumpiness? Havin’ an off day?"
"Uh, I guess you’d say that! More like an off… year." He pauses, "Have you ever spent so long by yourself that you, ya know… forget how to be around people?"
Tentatively, the wanderer carefully puts his letters into a small box, likely to be stacked onto a desk at some point once he and Cloud managed to get some furniture into the home. He sat cross legged, letting out a long exhale and smiling fondly.
"Another quiet year— juuuust how I like it," he chuckled a bit at that, before he rolled onto his knees and crawled to his sleeping bag, ready to pack it in for the night.