His embarassment and awkwardness of the situation was making it worse for her - she could feel her face redden, and it definitely wasn't due to the heat from the springs.
"....Mister - uhm...?" Furrowing her brows, she knew he sounded, smelled, and looked familiar, but couldn't exactly remember his name.Â
"-Mister Warden? S'that you? Bloody Hells, what're you doin' 'ere? 'N' ah don' bleedin' ken what yer oan 'bout! Ah wis here firs' 'n' ah blow when ah bloody feel like it. S'Victory here 'n' all?"
She sat on the rocky 'steps' by the side of the pool as the bottom of her chin touched the water, and looked around the area as though the large chocobo would appear out of nowhere.
"....Mister - uhm...?" Furrowing her brows, she knew he sounded, smelled, and looked familiar, but couldn't exactly remember his name.Â
"-Mister Warden? S'that you? Bloody Hells, what're you doin' 'ere? 'N' ah don' bleedin' ken what yer oan 'bout! Ah wis here firs' 'n' ah blow when ah bloody feel like it. S'Victory here 'n' all?"
She sat on the rocky 'steps' by the side of the pool as the bottom of her chin touched the water, and looked around the area as though the large chocobo would appear out of nowhere.
