”Am I ta old ta be a Twink, ya think?”
The statement cut through Avalanches normal breakfast chaos like Masamune through a Nifelhemim villager but judging from the thoughtful frown on the pilot’s forehead, he didn’t even notice.
“I mean,” he said without looking up from him PHS, oblivious of the shock he’d caused, “says here ya should be blonde and cute.” He slurped his tannin-brown tea, an essential part of the most important meal of the day. “I’m cute as shit.”
The Hell are you talking about Highwind?” Barret was the first to recover his voice. The rest of the motley crew was still staring at him with various aspects of shock, ranging from Cloud’s utter embarrassment through Yuffies barely contained laughter to whatever had cause Vincent Valentine to lose any semblance of colour his complexion had ever had.
“This.” Cid waved his PHS at them. “Found this thing here called Urban Dictio
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