Dear Chappu,
Finding a formal dress that doesn't let all the goods hang out is a
down right nightmare. "You look fine." Wakka says. "It hangs in all the
right places." Wakka says. He's not a woman, how would he know if it is
comfortable and classy-like? "Besides, your beautiful breasts are one of
your greatest assets." Oh dear, I hope the hand print on his face will go
away soon. I love Wakka with my whole being, but he just isn't the...most
imaginative person I know. He is my comfort zone, and I cherish him.
Wakka, Kupo, and I will be catching the earliest airship tomorrow to Luca. Kupo is doing well. I find myself with a lot of free time, something that I did not have much of before. The peace and quiet is soothing and I am starting to feel at home once again. But, not before I'm summoned to this grand opening thing. Typical. I'm actually feeling comfortable with myself and my life and I'm whisked away again. Gee, I wonder where that has happened to me before? I don't want to dwell much on the whole pilgrimage that I shared with some of the greatest people I have ever met in my life. I think of each and every one of them every now and then, though. Yuna, my little sister (not by relations of course), grew up so much, right in front of my eyes. I was (and am) still in awe of her and her determination.
Tidus, the dream to end all dreams. He grew as well, not only with his fighting skills, but also as a young man. I knew he loved Yuna, everybody who had gotten to know Tidus knew that. It pained me to see Yuna in sorrow when he had to go. It hurt me also because he had become one of the gang, all of us, yes the very rag tag band that we were.
Rikku, Rikku, Rikku. I giggle to myself when I think of the spunky, vibrant Al Bhed. Her cheerfulness and optimism sometimes clashed with the more pessimistic of us. Not saying any names of course. She was a welcome addition to our little group, making us the official weirdest pack of people traveling to Zanarkand to obtain the "final aeon".
Wakka. I had known him for as long as I had known you, Chappu. Your older brother had always...been different. And, I use that term lightly. I had not particularly been anxious to really get to know him after you were sent. How could I? All I thought of was you and your tan skin that contrasted so obviously with mine when you would hold me under the Besaid stars. Yuna had grown close to him however, and it didn't surprise me (although I wasn't very happy) that Yuna wanted Wakka to attend to her as her guardian. During the beginning of the pilgrimage, I was cold and distant. It wasn't until later on, standing before the Stolen Cavern of the Fayth that I realized that he was much more then a blitzball with legs. Yes, I think that is when I realized that something was going on between the two of us.
Kimarhi, the Ronso of very few words. He was a runt compared to the rest of his Ronso brothers, but he was a lovable giant to us. Okay, so maybe lovable is taking the compliments a little too far. He was just Kimarhi to us, always accepted and admired.
Auron, the last (and the best) of us. I sit here, chewing on one of my random braids, contemplating how I should describe him. Chappu, there hasn't been many that have been able to get under my skin.. You, with your natural borne smugness and confidence. Dear Wakka with his compassion and innocent (and sometimes naive outlook on life). And then there was Auron.
And, that ladies and gents, is where I must stop for now. It's late and I still haven't packed Kupo's clothes for the trip tomorrow morning. Goodnight for now.
Lulu
Wakka, Kupo, and I will be catching the earliest airship tomorrow to Luca. Kupo is doing well. I find myself with a lot of free time, something that I did not have much of before. The peace and quiet is soothing and I am starting to feel at home once again. But, not before I'm summoned to this grand opening thing. Typical. I'm actually feeling comfortable with myself and my life and I'm whisked away again. Gee, I wonder where that has happened to me before? I don't want to dwell much on the whole pilgrimage that I shared with some of the greatest people I have ever met in my life. I think of each and every one of them every now and then, though. Yuna, my little sister (not by relations of course), grew up so much, right in front of my eyes. I was (and am) still in awe of her and her determination.
Tidus, the dream to end all dreams. He grew as well, not only with his fighting skills, but also as a young man. I knew he loved Yuna, everybody who had gotten to know Tidus knew that. It pained me to see Yuna in sorrow when he had to go. It hurt me also because he had become one of the gang, all of us, yes the very rag tag band that we were.
Rikku, Rikku, Rikku. I giggle to myself when I think of the spunky, vibrant Al Bhed. Her cheerfulness and optimism sometimes clashed with the more pessimistic of us. Not saying any names of course. She was a welcome addition to our little group, making us the official weirdest pack of people traveling to Zanarkand to obtain the "final aeon".
Wakka. I had known him for as long as I had known you, Chappu. Your older brother had always...been different. And, I use that term lightly. I had not particularly been anxious to really get to know him after you were sent. How could I? All I thought of was you and your tan skin that contrasted so obviously with mine when you would hold me under the Besaid stars. Yuna had grown close to him however, and it didn't surprise me (although I wasn't very happy) that Yuna wanted Wakka to attend to her as her guardian. During the beginning of the pilgrimage, I was cold and distant. It wasn't until later on, standing before the Stolen Cavern of the Fayth that I realized that he was much more then a blitzball with legs. Yes, I think that is when I realized that something was going on between the two of us.
Kimarhi, the Ronso of very few words. He was a runt compared to the rest of his Ronso brothers, but he was a lovable giant to us. Okay, so maybe lovable is taking the compliments a little too far. He was just Kimarhi to us, always accepted and admired.
Auron, the last (and the best) of us. I sit here, chewing on one of my random braids, contemplating how I should describe him. Chappu, there hasn't been many that have been able to get under my skin.. You, with your natural borne smugness and confidence. Dear Wakka with his compassion and innocent (and sometimes naive outlook on life). And then there was Auron.
And, that ladies and gents, is where I must stop for now. It's late and I still haven't packed Kupo's clothes for the trip tomorrow morning. Goodnight for now.
Lulu