He growled as he stuck his key into the knob of his apartment room door. It moved slowly, resisting Argath’s wrist turning it. 

Fuck this broken door. It’s as piss poor as that stupid employer-- He yanked the key out and turned the knob, knowing full well this was to be futile. Finally, the blonde gave up and slammed his body into the door, which did indeed open the door-- but sent Argath tumbling onto his stomach. 

“FUCK!” Argath yelped. The ceiling was spinning more than the fan stuck to it, and he felt nauseated now. He might have also been more than a little drunken on his way home. 

Ienzo studied the other for a moment, taking in his attire. If he were honest, Tidus had similar attire that resembled Sora several years back. It must be an Islander trend, he supposed. Still, he couldn’t help but feel curious about the world he was from. Such information could prove useful in case the Heartless found their way to Spira at some point.

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Good morning, son Twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down And have a few beers And I can tell You 'bout today And how I picked you up And everything changed

Naminé stepped into the ballroom, near bursting from excitement. The entire experience so far was so much fun: picking out a dress, putting it on, getting her hair ready, and everything else. Now she was here and the beauty of the castle was astounding. Her fingers itched to try imitating what she saw on paper, but that would have to wait until later.

She had a date to find!