[littl3chocobo]

he did not want to go and if pyce was any less addicting he would not have even considered it. walking through the park he came upon the the other though instead of the usual slung-out posture the man was curled and concealed leaving him thinking for a brief moment it was not the same man. the thought was dispelled however by the fact that he recognized the jacket, it was their bench and it was time for pyce. he walked over and in an act of charity sat down instead of looming, he slouched. "what is the cost this time? i would think the price has raised since i knocked you to the floor the other day"