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[contempsi]

Okay, this is... kind of a dumb question, but—

[Hope leans back a little and sighs, adjusting the sling around his left arm with a slight wince. He's somewhat arched awkwardly over the journal's view, the book itself spread across his lap since he currently only has one hand to work the thing.]

I just moved into a new house, and I'm sick of this colour. [He shifts his upper body to the side, attempting to prop up the journal to show what he means. What the camera catches instead is a blurred view of the plain walls zipping past before it slips from his hand and falls to the floor with a thump.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, the boy stoops to pick the thing up, dropping it onto the bed next to him with a bit of a scowl.]

... forget it. But really, I'm going to paint the walls in my room this time, and I don't care if I get in trouble. So... does anyone know what would be a good colour, because... um... my favourite colours wouldn't look very good. [Day-Glo orange walls? No.]

[A pause.]

Can we... can we even get paint here?

--

[Very shortly thereafter, because he's stir-crazy after spending several days recovering from the battle, he'll be found either en route to or at the the plaza—which is essentially right next to his new home (House #41) anyway—journal tucked beneath his good arm.]

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Wow. [Is that a glint of admiration in her wee protege's eyes? He'll never tell. But it might be a little obvious that he's already picturing what it might be like drinking at that age - only two years to go, right? Some people don't even wait that long. Hell, he's heard stories of his own classmates bragging about getting into their fathers' stash and whatnot. Not for him. He actually liked getting good grades, and even if it's different here as far as schooling goes... well. Raising Lightning's ire isn't exactly territory he wants to venture on.

Although then again, it would most likely be Zack who would get the brunt of it... no, no. Hope's not that much of a schemer. Yet.]

You're right. It's not really worth it, huh. I guess I'll wait until I'm seventeen.

[Hope laughs lightly.]

Besides, I don't want to spend my birthday dragging idiots home. Even if it is just another day. I guess I'll let Aerith do that.

[thestormishere]

[ No Hope, nobody really wants to see the likely whiny, weepy drunk you'd become at this age. It's probably good he waits, considering chances are the stuff here is probably quite a bit stronger than what you'd find mainstream back on Cocoon. Even if it's free she hasn't bothered trying it at all under her own will.

Her smile strengthens though. For now, mission accomplished, it seems. ]

Sounds like a plan.