“No wonder! Is he staying at the base of the pillar?” A laugh bubbled up and broke past her snarky exterior as she doubled over and shook her head incredulously. “Well, how ‘bout it, chocoboy! I’m game for a little catch up myself— I want to know all about this new place you’re going. How’s the food?”
Lebreau sneered at the thought of her beloved waiter favoring a nicer restaurant in his new neighborhood. She started muttering to the dishcloth that she was nearly ringing to death, “Well, it better not be tastier than my home cooking!”
Bartz laughs a bit at her reply, perking a brow. “What, are you jealous or something?” Before shaking his head, getting comfortable before explaining.
“Cloud wouldn’t give me a lot of details, but he said the nearest town was a few miles away from the place he picked out. I’d probably be the one cooking most nights, honestly.” Bartz wrinkled his nose. “I like Cloud’s cooking, buuuut… I like my own more. Don’t tell him I said that!” He let out a mischievous little chuckle.
“Nah, the place is pretty run down as it is. There are plenty of other places.” She sassed, hiding any hint of nostalgia she harbored for the beach shack. “I might as well condemn it until someone comes looking for a real fixer-upper.”
Bartz couldn’t deny that the place was sort of a dump, and also incredibly small. It was made up of the bedroom, living room, dining room and kitchen all together in one room, and a small cut off for the closet and bathroom. But even then, it was his dump. He and Cloud’s.
“Well, at least I know we’ll have a place to stay if we visit. Cloud’s staying in the inn a couple of towns over while I came to visit, that’s why he’s not here. I’ll probably go see him by morning…” He tries for a smile and a playful wink.
“That means we have the night to catch up!”
bartzchocoboenthusiast replied to your post: Need some help reconstructing, ‘Breau? Wouldn’t want to leave you to do it by yourself!*He jumped a moment.* Huh? You heard about us moving…? *He rubbed his head.* I came back to say goodbye. It was kinda rude of me to just up and leave over night, after all…
“I thought it was common knowledge by now,” She genuinely smiled and leaned into the bar, resting her chin on an open palm. “But don’t worry about it. I know how it goes.”
“Besides,” she added, punctuating her statement by folding her arms, “You don’t need to say goodbye. Your place is going to stay that way and you know you’re always welcome back here any time.”
Bartz looked a little confused, moving to sit in on of the chairs that were still set out. He had come all this way back to say goodbye, only to be told that he didn’t need to…
“But—” The wanderer was lost on how to reply, “what do you mean the place’s gonna be there, still? We spent all our savings renting it out— someone else is probably gonna take it, right…?
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“No its fine I won’t be needing food but thanks for the offer, so your going hunting anything you aim for particular?”
He paused at the decline, genuinely surprised that the man was asking of what he was doing. He closed his sack, feeling more confident now that he gets to talk about himself.
“Probably just gonna get some rabbits!” He pulled out his bow and aimed into the distance as though to demonstrate how he was going to do it. “Maybe even a goose if I find one! Or if I’m really lucky, an elk!” He releases the bow, smiling proudly as it hits a tree not too far from them. Bartz moves to pull it out, turning to the other.
“Well— it’s not too interesting, actually…” He rubbed his head as he came back. “Sorry if I’m wasting your time— uh, what’s your name by the way?”