Chosen

       ”I guess not… I just figured it might get annoying to hear me playing all the time,” he answered, giving a shrug. “It’s one of my favorites though, I’ve gotten pretty good.”

"You certainly have," Ingus agreed.

       ”Why a Bard?” He laughed, straightening out his garments after the change. “You actually like when I sing for you?”

"It that surprising?" Ingus asked.

       ”I want to be good at all of them, though. I’ve been a dragoon and a thief for a long time, so I’m best at those. Well, what d’ya think I should be? It’s the game I decided on, you can pick for me.”

"I am rather partial to you as a Bard."

       ”Fiiiine… But then I’ll only be able to do the trick once today. I hope someone at least picks a good one.”

"The effect is not near as strong with jobs you are familiar with. Stick to them."

       ”I think I know my own limits, alright? I change classes a lot more often than you do, it’s not like I’ve forgotten what it’s like. And anyway, how will I get better at different classes if I don’t switch? Just ‘cause I have fun with it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

"No, but at least train your jobs while you are performing their skills for your own amusement?"

       ”Aww c’mon Ingus, I do that all the time! You say that like I’ll be abandoning them if I have any fun.” 

"No, but changing between jobs that fluidly takes a lot of time to adjust between the changes. Most forms of amusement do not entail weakening yourself and making mockery of an ancient and world saving power, Luneth."

     ”Well, it’s been quiet around here so how ‘bout a game? Name a job class and I’ll show you its special skill!”

"How about your 'protect Ur and the Wind Crystal from invasion' job?"

"It actually is, you just have to talk it out Ingus. I know it sounds hard, but you’ll find afterwards that it wasn’t."

  "Yes, most problems can be solved that way, until they call for violence, but I don’t think this situation does."

"That can be... difficult." 

       ”I was only kidding,” he shrugged, then sighed. “Anyway, what am I gonna do about this? If someone sees and tells Topapa, he’ll give me an earful.”

"You could ask me to spare you some clothing, I suppose," Ingus offered, "but I would have to return to the Castle. Or maybe you could find Arc?"

"It actually is, you just have to talk it out Ingus. I know it sounds hard, but you’ll find afterwards that it wasn’t."

"Talk it out?"

       ”Wow, you almost look disappointed.” He laughed, teasing smile on his lips.

"Why would I be disappointed?" he muttered.