Crybaby
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"Welcome to the Farplane. Population 5 million and increasing. It sucks here, and I bet you're gonna love it since you'll be here FOREVER."
The first thing Shuyin witnessed when he finally arrived at the Farplane (again) was a big, bulky man with the most despicable grin he ever saw. The man has a vaguely recognizable tattoo on his chest, and before he could figure out where he has seen the shape, the bear-like man has draped an arm over his shoulder, pulling him into a head lock.
"Oy! Let go of me!" Shuyin said, trying his best to release the man's grip.
"Can't do, kiddo. Farplane tradition," The man said, grinning. "I'll show you the way around."
And that's how the man pulled him from the flower field to the farthest place in the Farplane, and Shuyin walked along, grumbling inchoherent curses as the man still have him in a headlock.
"And here we have the Vegnagun," the man said, after what seemed like forever. "It escaped from Bevelle's underground one day and attempted to destroy Spira again. People are not very nice, eh? They don't learn from their mistakes."
"Are we done yet?" Shuyin said, his body trembling from head to toe from his anger.
"Jecht, let him go. You're scaring the poor kid."
Shuyin looked up angrily to a man in red, which appeared out of nowhere. "I am NOT scared!"
"Really?" The man in red shrugged, turning to face Jecht. "I guess you should show him more places."
"Gotcha, Auron." Jecht gave the man in red a thumb up. "C'mon crybaby, let's go."
"I'm NOT a crybaby!!"
"Gonna cry again? Cry, cry, cry. That's the only thing you're good for!"
"Jecht, I think you're mistaking him for someone else…"
Shuyin's desperate scream echoed all over the Farplane.