[littl3chocobo]

his moodiness from the day before had turned into a restlessness that could not be assuaged by his usual roaming of the halls and though he knew nothing could be done to free him a second time he still wanted it. the sights and sounds of children hustling about, the smells and feel of a crowded market. he didn't mind being dirty and hungry because it filled a different empty space that was more in need of food than his stomach, a hole inside that was only tickled at when he was away in arborak. taking a sharp turn he headed for the kitchen, he was going to run away