"Jeanne...Jeaaaaaane." Cyrus cooed in a singsong voice as he sat on Jeanne's bed. The girl under the covers just moaned and turned over before becoming motionless once more. "Alright, fine...hope you don't mind if i lay down beside y-"
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Jeanne roared, bursting up from the covers, which then draped over half her head.
"Ah, you're awake. In that case..." He went over to a small table in Jeanne's room and held out a tray of toast, orange juice, eggs, and bacon. "Happy White day, sweetie!"
"S-sweetie?! Where'd that come from?!" Jeanne exclaimed, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of magenta. "What kind of trickery are you up to?" Cyrus simply shrugged, raising her suspicions as she sat back down.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said innocently. Deep down, Cyrus was feeling confident as ever that the day he planned would be the best day of her life. He had gone through every step imaginable to make sure she would love it. He set the tray down in front of her. "Now eat up. The train leaves at 11 a.m., and I want to make sure we get to the guild before we leave."
Train? Jeanne wondered, then looked down at her tray again. Pinned under the glass was a train ticket, but when she saw where that train was going, her eyes widened with delight.
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I really hope this works out for a gift. Fredrick said, looking at the small box he had in his hands. None of the shops would let me buy anything, so...this is the best I got. With a deep breath, Fredrick continued walking down the street, a tendril of liquid shooting up and catching a spear thrown his way. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Morrison." he said to the man who threw it. Snapping the spear, he made his way into the guild hall, an arrow whizzing over his head. "Hello, Ms. Wells, how's your daughter?" he called over his shoulder before the doors closed. Then, he let out a sigh. "So, that's about 50 attempts on my life today. When will they ever learn?" he chuckled.
"Do you mean when will they learn that they're incapable of killing you with such meager tactics, or do you mean when will they learn you're on their side now?" Fabian joked. He took a swig of wine, a mission scroll already in his pouch.
"You're going out on another job already?" Fredrick asked. Fabian nodded in response. "What's the story?"
"Well, I'm gonna help an old teammate, Azir, look for Frea, another old teammate, for a little while. Lend him a hand, ya know." Fabian explained. "I kind of owe it to him. He's been a good friend as long as I've known him."
"Ah..." Fredrick said, looking around. "Speaking of your 'old teammates', have you seen Sabrina?" Fabian shook his head.