Ibble Ibble: Give me one good reason why I would own FFTA, because I DON'T!
Therapy and Manners
At the house, Vivian was running around in circles looking for glasses. Wells was tied to a chair that Marche and Mulat had made from broken staircase parts. Mulat had gone out to steal a white coat. Guin was sipping tea with Seneka, and trying to teach him manners.
"Put your pinky out, it's proper etiquette." Guin murmured loudly.
Seneka struggled as he dropped his cup. Guin got another one and gave it to him. She poured some more tea.Mulat had finally come back with a coat and glasses too. He handed them to Vivian. Marche tipped the chair over so that it would look like Wells was lying down. Vivian picked up a clip board with a paper on it. Vivian began…
"What was your like?" Vivian said.
"I have no idea what that means-s-s-s, but GET ME OFF THIS-S-S THING RIGHT NOW!" Wells yelled as a leg fell off.
"Patience is the door knob, so let's continue. I heard you had a rough carpet." Vivian said as she started to draw a flower on her paper.
"I think that word is-s-s-s the key, and no I didn't have a rough carpet, I had a rough childhood! What kind of therapis-s-s-s-st are you?"
"An un-therapist!"
" WHAT?" Wells yelled as another leg broke.
"Tell me what you think about lips…" Vivian held up a picture.
Guin got another cup and poured more tea. As she did that, she went into the kitchen to make some more tea. Seneka had even more trouble with his pinky. Guin came back and decided to do another lesson. She set down a plate.
"No more elbows on the table…" Guin said as she grabbed her staff.
"Uh-oh…" Seneka watched as the table was set on fire.
"The table is for forks… not people."
Seneka struggled with his wooden fork to get at the plate Guin had set there. The fork caught on fire and burned him. Guin came back with another fork, this one was metal. He poked at the plate and dropped his fork. The table fire was put out by Guin. Seneka started again with his fork.
Vivian was holding up a picture of a symmetrical blob. Wells strained to look up.
"I believe the word is-s-s-s this, and it looks-s-s-s-s like your face after I smashed it."
"What about sis?" She held up a picture of a cross.
"That looks-s-s-s like s-s-something in a church, a cross-s-s-s-s." Wells calmed down.
"Wow, that cooled him off…" Marche said from a corner.
"I HATE THEM! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I AM A MONK!" Wells yelled.
"What this?" Vivian held up a picture of a lizard.
"Do you know how offens-s-s-s-s-sive that is-s? That is-s uh… I don't know what that word is-s… it's on the tip of my tongue!" Wells said.
Guin and Seneka had progressed to chewing. Seneka was still unsuccessfully trying to put out his finger and chew with his mouth closed.
"Now Seneka, please get your elbows off the table, OR feel the stingy pain of fire." Guin ordered.
"I am- am- am- trying!" Seneka replied.
"Do not talk with your mouth full."
Seneka managed to finally get his pinky out, but he had put both of his elbows on the table. Guin's veins popped. She burned Seneka's elbows and gave him more food to eat.
"Uh… what is-s-s-s-s-s that word?" Wells yelled.
"Discriminating!" Marche murmured rather loudly.
"Yes-s-s-s, dis-s-s-scriminating!" Wells yelled at Vivian.
"I see. I have made a conclusion," Vivian held up her picture of flower, "I have concluded that you are suffering from bright-colors-emia."
"Bright-colors-emia? What does-s-s-s that have to do with anything?" Wells said.
"It means that you are afraid of round objects."
"It has-s-s-s nothing to do with color?"
"Nope! Case closed, detective." Vivian left.
Wells wiggled on the floor. Marche guffawed and left. He broke into laughter when he reached the kitchen. Seneka had to clean up some food that he had dropped, in a pink apron with frills. Seneka was using a broom and dust pan. Guin was watching from the table.
"Use more elbow! You dropped it, you clean it." Guin yelled.
Seneka mumbled incoherently.
"If you want to show your relatives how good you are, then work harder!" Guin said.
Marche's laughter stopped, "What did you say?"
"All thirteen of- of- of- my relatives in the immediate family are- are- are- coming. Although, they- they- they- are all obsessed with- with- with- with- the Ivalice Olympics. I host this- this- this- time." Seneka said while stopping his cleaning.
Mulat and Vivian came in. Mulat guffawed at Seneka's 'outer-wear'. Wells finally came in with a piece of chair/ staircase stuck to his back. He also chuckled at Seneka.
"What? Haven't you- you- you- ever seen a moogle in- in- in- in- pink?" Seneka asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, give the little girl- err- I mean guy a chance." Vivian said.
"About the visit-" Marche began.
The door gave a loud thump. Another followed soon after. Chatter was heard from outside.
"My family is- is- is-also terrified of doorbells, so-so-so-so they usually knock d-d-d-d-d-down doors instead." Seneka said.
"You mean they actually knock the door down?" Guin asked.
"Yeah, and-"
The door started to creak.
"-we Re- Really- REALLY need to hurry. Someone needs to- to- to- to- to- get a replacement staircase, living room- room- room- wall, and- and- and- kitchen."
The door finally gave and thirteen moogles rushed in. The room was filled with chatter.
"That's not going to be good…" Mulat stated.
Ibble Ibble: and stop! Sorry it took so long.
