[She doesn't know what he's already been through here, berating herself mentally for missing his arrival somehow but if he's already been told how he dies...if that's what 'knowing his future' means... she thinks that's a hard thing to swallow down. It's obvious, this text, that he doesn't know her and she wonders briefly who pays enough attention to her to even know she knew him, much less to mention her to him. It's a good thing though and she's already getting up and dusting off her skirt.]
I'm at the stadium. Come in and up the stairs on the south. There are a couple of chocobos in the field in the middle but Mr. Angry won't bother you if you give him a wide circle. I have a house in one of the boxes. It'll be the one with the lights on. {x,y}
[She adds the coordinates for good measure and then sets to work, tackling the job of putting everything she'd torn up in her fit of cleaning back together with something very close to her usual energy.]
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Date: 2014-01-19 10:00 am (UTC)I'm at the stadium. Come in and up the stairs on the south. There are a couple of chocobos in the field in the middle but Mr. Angry won't bother you if you give him a wide circle. I have a house in one of the boxes. It'll be the one with the lights on. {x,y}[She adds the coordinates for good measure and then sets to work, tackling the job of putting everything she'd torn up in her fit of cleaning back together with something very close to her usual energy.]