( the great jecht. )

roleplayer: *looks at muse*

muse: *looks at roleplayer*

roleplayer: no.

muse: yes.

roleplayer: don't you fucking dare.

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

       ”I don’t havta explain the birds and the bees to ya, do I, kid?” he         asked with an gruff, obnoxious chuckle.

              Of course, he was just giving his son a hard time. But he               was actually in a good enough mood to actually give Tidus              a straight answer.

  “—Alright, fine. Your mom liked to come to my Blitzball games,       obviously. She was my biggest fan. Sometimes, we’d out on      the town for dates. Didn’t much care for them unless we ended      up at a bar or anywhere they had drinks, but, hey, gotta keep the      old lady happy, right? At least I got out of doing that ‘lovey-dovey’      junk when you were born and she was busy. One of the few       things you were good for then.