Final Fantasy XII-2

"Are you lloking for quantitiy or quality?"

 

Cian shrugged. "Both..."

 

"I would recomend that you get status spells because the stronger you are the longer they last."

 

"Um... i don't use them remember?" Cian reminded gesturing to the store. "I simply give them to the shop owner... and i'm not a fighter anyway..."

 

"What od you want Ty?"

"You have a customer."

 

"I work here!"

 

"Well I don't!"

"Come on in Cian."

 

"You're kidding me right?" Cian sighed walking inside the store...

 

"Well I work here sometimes, when someone is sick. I just clean up."

 

"Yeah.. whatever..." Cian sighed, walking around with his hands around the back of his head. "I'm bored..."

 

"Yes you do clean up, every night upstairs."

 

"Wait, are you talking to me or him?" Dein asked looking around the shelf.

 

"Him."

"Shut up."

 

"Anyways, that's all well and good, but why am i in here again?"

 

"You were going to give spells to Shelia or something."

 

"I handed them over 5 minutes before my break..."

 

"Whatever." Ty sighed.

"Something worng Ty? Is he annoying you?

 

"Are you refering to me?"

 

"No. He is gone." Ty showed Shelia the scar. "Oh sh*...."

"Ty! How dare you ever cut yourself you peice of Sh*t! You goddamn mutherf*cker!"

 

"Hey, it's his busineuss what he does in his ow ntime, employee or no..." Cian reminded sipping his coffe. "Though to be completly honest i agree with the boss"