Sazh
After a long day with Dajh, Sazh finally sat down at the dinner table to look at the mail. His son had nearly worn him out alongside his baby chocobo.
It was at that moment that Sazh truly felt his years. But at least his hair hadn't gone grey.
Yet.
The older man pushed aside the newspaper. The news could wait, nor was Sazh in the mood for all the depressing stories in the paper after such a fulfilling day with his son.
So instead, he subjected himself to leafing through the numerous advertisements. Everything from discounted car washes to chocobo food.
"How in hell do they know this much about me?" Sazh mumbled. "They know what I'm going to do before I do it!"
The disturbed Sazh was very pleased to finally get to a letter that wasn't a bill, trying to sell him something, or asking for donations.
"Idiots didn't put my last name on here!" Sazh gasped, finding that the envelope was only addressed to 'Sazh.'
Grumbling, the man ripped open the envelope with practiced ease. Out fell an invitation.
To one wedding belonging to Lightning and Fang.
"Damn, soldier girl," Sazh couldn't help but blurt out. He glanced around to make sure his son hadn't heard his remark.
"Never seen her that happy," he mused, squinting his eyes. "…is she giving Fang a piggyback ride?" Sazh asked the air in disbelief.
Author Notes: For the life of me, I cannot remember Sazh's last name. Oops.