I may be raising gym-class-evasion to a fine art.
My head hurts. *sad face* Also, the world is out to get me, and...I forget.
Oh! Right! I wrote a story (yes, it's FFXII again), about Dr. Cid: Empty Nest. Be forewarned: it contains spoilers through Archades, fairly critical ones, so tread lightly in the dragon's lair.
I love Dr. Cid, as is only appropriate for his future stepdaughter. (My mother, delighted at finding a mad scientist character well within her age range [people under twenty-five she just feels motherly about], is convinced that the love of a good woman can accomplish all kinds of wonderful new-leaf-turning. At any rate, she expresses herself as quite willing to experiment.) He is craaaaazy, and science-y, and has good dialogue, and...yeah. But he doesn't wear his safety goggles. This explains much.
I need to make new icons.
Oh! Right! I wrote a story (yes, it's FFXII again), about Dr. Cid: Empty Nest. Be forewarned: it contains spoilers through Archades, fairly critical ones, so tread lightly in the dragon's lair.
I love Dr. Cid, as is only appropriate for his future stepdaughter. (My mother, delighted at finding a mad scientist character well within her age range [people under twenty-five she just feels motherly about], is convinced that the love of a good woman can accomplish all kinds of wonderful new-leaf-turning. At any rate, she expresses herself as quite willing to experiment.) He is craaaaazy, and science-y, and has good dialogue, and...yeah. But he doesn't wear his safety goggles. This explains much.
I need to make new icons.