"I have faith that you would be able to recognize my handwriting." Now that he could stop looking so apologetic, he allowed himself a slightly lighter tone. "If you ever spot a 'kupo' snuck in between the lines, I expect you to pass a proper judgement before throwing any accusations."
Come to think of it....
Ever since he came back, his moogle had been nothing but supportive on all fronts, with her eagerness to discuss the matters of his and Tear's partnership probably overshadowing everything else by far. He'd accepted it as a sign of loneliness his poor companion must have undoubtedly suffered from while he'd been missing, unable to hold any grudges for the less-than-tactful remarks that were her specialty.
Shortly thereafter, she would have taken his vulnerability as an encouragement to plant ideas in his mind, ideas that would have otherwise eluded the cadet inept at following social arrangements and traditions.
In fact, the first time Hana brought up the fourteenth, Ace brushed it away, if only to be rewarded with a long lecture on the importance of it by the time he'd reached home. And then, something about trusting his own charm, or something equally nonsensical that he vaguely registered before falling on his bed after exhausting few last days.
Unfortunately, the cadet could not sleep that night as soundly as he'd wished. And now that he was here, the day after, he might have finally realized that his independence was still a questionable issue as long as that meddling moogle stuck around.
Except for once, it wasn't all that upsetting, considering how things had ultimately worked out.
"Hm?" The question that fell from the girl's lips was never to be finished, and placing his curiosity aside, he had enough tact to avoid pressing for details. As he was in the process of returning to his all-too-comfortable position, Tear's observation shook him awake. The boy straightened his back and shifted, dropping his feet to the floor.
"Do you?" He didn't want to stop her if she was, for some reason it seemed more important to accentuate that before he followed with an actual answer. "I suppose I am a bit tired, but...."
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Come to think of it....
Ever since he came back, his moogle had been nothing but supportive on all fronts, with her eagerness to discuss the matters of his and Tear's partnership probably overshadowing everything else by far. He'd accepted it as a sign of loneliness his poor companion must have undoubtedly suffered from while he'd been missing, unable to hold any grudges for the less-than-tactful remarks that were her specialty.
Shortly thereafter, she would have taken his vulnerability as an encouragement to plant ideas in his mind, ideas that would have otherwise eluded the cadet inept at following social arrangements and traditions.
In fact, the first time Hana brought up the fourteenth, Ace brushed it away, if only to be rewarded with a long lecture on the importance of it by the time he'd reached home. And then, something about trusting his own charm, or something equally nonsensical that he vaguely registered before falling on his bed after exhausting few last days.
Unfortunately, the cadet could not sleep that night as soundly as he'd wished. And now that he was here, the day after, he might have finally realized that his independence was still a questionable issue as long as that meddling moogle stuck around.
Except for once, it wasn't all that upsetting, considering how things had ultimately worked out.
"Hm?" The question that fell from the girl's lips was never to be finished, and placing his curiosity aside, he had enough tact to avoid pressing for details. As he was in the process of returning to his all-too-comfortable position, Tear's observation shook him awake. The boy straightened his back and shifted, dropping his feet to the floor.
"Do you?" He didn't want to stop her if she was, for some reason it seemed more important to accentuate that before he followed with an actual answer. "I suppose I am a bit tired, but...."