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[Simon's feeling kind of down on his luck today; Denzel's gone, Cloud's still with Tifa, and Anise's kidnapping is sort of the icing on the cake. He's hanging out by the southern river closest to the shop plaza, attempting to skip stones.

Someone come cheer the kid up?]

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

If you don't really want to help, then why did you come? [You're so weird, Nina.]

[mog-summoner.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I wish a few other people were here too.

[sempre-ridere.livejournal.com]

Yeah! And you position it in your hand, kinda like you would a baseball. [ again, he demonstrates. ]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

You do? But Luceti isn't always a good place. That doesn't bother you?

[mog-summoner.livejournal.com]

Would you rather be alone in a bad, or dangerous place?

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. [Simon does so again, watching the position of his fingers carefully. That doesn't seem so hard.]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Well... no. [She's got a point there.]

[mog-summoner.livejournal.com]

Then you see my point!

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

I guess so.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Because you looked pathetic, obviously.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

...I'm not pathetic.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Snort, and then she's going to pull out a cigarette. Not lighting up yet though...]

I said looked, kiddo. That's a momentary thing.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Wtf is that stick in her mouth.]

You shouldn't say that kind of thing about someone else.

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

Then it'll be okay.

[He grabs the bag hanging from his belt.] Do you want a cookie?

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

I probably should stop kicking puppies then.

[Chuckle to herself and now, fire out of her finger-tip to light it and... inhale then blow smoke in his face]

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Mm. [He perks up a bit.] You have cookies?

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[COUGH COUGH COUGH. Waving it away from his face now.]

Don't do that!

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

Yeah! I got them yesterday, so they're still really good. My friend made them.

[He opens the bag.] You can take as many as you want. I have more at home.

[sempre-ridere.livejournal.com]

And with a flick of your wrist and a little toss, it should skip right across. Don't aim low, but don't aim too high, either; try to level it out with the water's surface. You gotta be quick, too- don't over think it. [ demonstrates how to throw, but he doesn't release the rock from his grasp. right now he's just teaching Simon the correct way to go about rock skipping. ]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Ah... okay. [Simon gives the stone a few test throws first before he finally releases it; much to his surprise, it skips a couple times before it sinks this time.] ...Hey, it worked!

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon brightens and takes one, not wanting to be greedy.] It's really good - thank you!

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

[He grins and pulls out another, offering it to him while putting the bag away with his other hand.]

Take this one, too. I hope you feel better.

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon takes it with a faint smile, nodding his thanks.]

I'll be okay. I hope you find your friend, too.

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

I will. [He turns away from the river and gives a little wave.]

Bye!

[And he's off... again.]

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon's just gonna watch him go curiously, idly waving. Didn't even get a name, but he was nice to talk to.]