♕ ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ (machinism) wrote in drawpoints, @ 2014-08-04 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | edgar figaro |
WHO: Edgar Figaro + Quistis Trepe
WHAT: Edgar invites Quistis for a short trip to the Balamb fields. Advices her to "dress in a way that allows...extreme movement." Winky face. Trepies take up arms.
WHERE: Balamb fields.
WHEN: Afternoon of Sunday, August 3
WARNINGS: N/A
The hardest part of preparing for his and Quistis' impromptu picnic was not the bottles of beer or bags of junk food he smuggled into his car. It was bringing out Longinus from her rest by the Training Center, wrapping her long form nicely in a huge canvas secured by a rope, and hoping no one saw him load her at the back of his top-down. And even as he'd already done so, he still kept a look out on anyone who might be lingering to see what he was up to. Sure he was a SeeD by now, and that meant he had more freedom to do what he wanted but, well, one could never be cautious.
It didn't even occur to him that someone deeply involved with the Mognet project would be lingering in the shadows, camera held at the ready. Really, that network had become so troublesome this late! He didn't at first get the post about the witches-slash-sorceresses dying and when he finally did, by then shit had already blown clean off the fan and all anyone could do was control the damage.
In a way, Edgar supposed he was doing that, too. Quistis' apparent outburst had left him worried about his idol but it wasn't just because she was Golden Quistis Trepe of Balamb Garden. More than that, she was one he considered a friend and therefore close to his heart. The gift of the tiny hexapod robot may just be his usual charm playing its card but it was really just a vessel for him to express his concern. It was either that or a flower, which he also thought of sending to Edea Kramer but decided that she was not his business. She was not his Matron, he was never her orphan. Best to focus on Quistis, instead...
He dressed himself in his khaki driving coat that covered his white shirt and blue tie and a bit of his charcoal pants. It seemed relatively plain for someone like him, except for his brown leather traveler's boots, but he had to follow his own instructions in case Longinus had to make a stand. He hoped that wouldn't be the case as he sat himself on the hood of his royal blue car and checked his phone for any messages.