we can steal this car if your folks don't mind

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Who: Statler and Waldorf Balthier and Martel.
What: Catching up, shooting the shit, talk of houses, etc and soforth. Life in Baedal.
Where: A cafe in Brock Marsh.
When: Some time after Balthier and Jack's recent log but before... now. THESE ARE NOT THE DROIDS YOU ARE LOOKING FOR
Notes: I got nothin'.
Warnings: Sarcasm?

On the third floor of a wide building there is cafe reached by a narrow winding set of stairs, whose insides are wooden with colored glass windows and lights, and that has a large semi-circle of an outdoor patio that sits atop whatever shop is below, looking out over the bustling district. Balthier, dressed a bit simpler than usual but no less unEarthly, lounges on a chair on said patio, people-watching. This, he thinks, feels a bit more familiar. (He's not sure he likes the thought. It's deceptive.) All traces of his injuries attained during his recent expedition are gone - there are some bits on his shoulder that scarred, left too long without healing, but his shirt's covering all of that - and he looks for all the world like he hasn't got a care in it.

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[apostatised]

If Balthier ever tries to hug him, Martel's going to knock him out and tie him up for safe-keeping (and to prevent him accidentally humiliating himself in public) while he goes to find out who's been arsing about with his head. Official word.

"I'm sure one can be found, if you're feeling choked by respectability." The superior tone of amusement is thoroughly false; he only plays at being without such complaints because it's more entertaining that way.

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And so they have an accord.

"Terribly." How could he live, without the drama? It's like Balthier would just wither away and die if he couldn't be over the top and needlessly theatrical, no matter how much easier it would make life for anyone else. (His pride would never permit for such a thing. Ease! Gods forbid.) "Oh."

The sudden tone change is so abrupt and smug-sounding it's a wonder he hasn't robbed somebody right then. Balthier spins about, walking backwards aside from Martel. "They've got chocobos here."

You know, those things that aren't horses.

[apostatised]

"If you're having one, I'm hearing no more complaints about my horse." It's amazing how he doesn't so much as pause before delivering that, glancing at Balthier as he spins. "You're going to walk into someone."

No, he isn't.

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"No, I'm not. And I shan't have one because I don't believe in keeping animals." So there. "I'd rather build a gate crystal. But they're here and it's both endlessly unnerving and satisfying, because they're so much more efficient."