The sun shone brightly. It was a new day.
"Very few grey clouds remained in the sky. A perfect day for chocobo riding" Irvine thought.
The rest were asleep. Cid would be up, and ready to teach, if Irvine was ready to learn. Later on, Elone had promised to teach Irvine how to shoot a pistol.
"Moring kiddo" Cid called from the dining table, mouth half full with pancakes.
"M'nig Cid" He replied, launching himself onto the bar stool the the kichen counter. Elone placed a box of Coco Puffs infront of Irvine, following with a bowl, spoon and milk. He proudly fixed his breakfast and scarfed it down. By the time the cowboy-in-training was done, Cid was still sippinghis morning coffe, and reading the sports section of the local newspaper.
"CCIIIDD....c...can....we go...YET?" Irvine questioned, tugging on the old man's pajama sleve.
"In a minute, irvine, i gotta get my pj's off, and ready fora fall or two" He repied, "You should too"
"I'm not gonna fall" Irvine persisted
Cid rolled his eyes, placed the paper down, and walked up the steps to his room. Irvine put his head down and waited. The kitten brushed up adainst Irvine's old ratty pair of jeans. All was silent, besides the kttens low purr, untill Zell came in the room. He held a small yellow button, the one to the butt of his pjs, that had came off during the night. He placed it in Elone's palm, and ran back upstairs to change, almost knocking Cid down. This was the first time Irvine, or any of his friends, had ever seen Cid in a black cowboy outfit.
"Very few grey clouds remained in the sky. A perfect day for chocobo riding" Irvine thought.
The rest were asleep. Cid would be up, and ready to teach, if Irvine was ready to learn. Later on, Elone had promised to teach Irvine how to shoot a pistol.
"Moring kiddo" Cid called from the dining table, mouth half full with pancakes.
"M'nig Cid" He replied, launching himself onto the bar stool the the kichen counter. Elone placed a box of Coco Puffs infront of Irvine, following with a bowl, spoon and milk. He proudly fixed his breakfast and scarfed it down. By the time the cowboy-in-training was done, Cid was still sippinghis morning coffe, and reading the sports section of the local newspaper.
"CCIIIDD....c...can....we go...YET?" Irvine questioned, tugging on the old man's pajama sleve.
"In a minute, irvine, i gotta get my pj's off, and ready fora fall or two" He repied, "You should too"
"I'm not gonna fall" Irvine persisted
Cid rolled his eyes, placed the paper down, and walked up the steps to his room. Irvine put his head down and waited. The kitten brushed up adainst Irvine's old ratty pair of jeans. All was silent, besides the kttens low purr, untill Zell came in the room. He held a small yellow button, the one to the butt of his pjs, that had came off during the night. He placed it in Elone's palm, and ran back upstairs to change, almost knocking Cid down. This was the first time Irvine, or any of his friends, had ever seen Cid in a black cowboy outfit.