Axel had spent the majority of his day standing in the baking sun of Rabanstre's main square. Why? He had been selling flowers for Aerith. With really, but it felt like for with the way she ordered him about.
He didn't know why he did it. He didn't have anything to settle with her. He had once owed her a debt for saving his life after he escaped from the Shinra Laboratories, but that had since been paid in full. Now she was living in his apartment, eating his food, but still managed to get him to go out and help her sell flowers in order for her to pay her way. Axel had a feeling he was getting a bit of a raw deal. Strangely, he didn't much mind.
The day had been long, though. Long and hot, for all he didn't object at all to Rabanastre's desert climate. He didn't much want to head straight to the Sandsea and Aerith had packed up and taken her remaining flowers and containers home on her cart. He had time to kill, so he headed towards the outer streets, away from the hustle and bustle of both the market and people heading home after work.
The shops there tended to stay open later than the marketplace and inner-city shops, mostly to tempt in travellers weary from the road. It was on his way there that Axel spotted the most unusual sight of a boy dressed head to toe in leather -- in a desert -- pushing a motorbike.
"Now, that isn't something you see every day," he said to himself.
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Date: 2014-01-18 08:21 pm (UTC)He didn't know why he did it. He didn't have anything to settle with her. He had once owed her a debt for saving his life after he escaped from the Shinra Laboratories, but that had since been paid in full. Now she was living in his apartment, eating his food, but still managed to get him to go out and help her sell flowers in order for her to pay her way. Axel had a feeling he was getting a bit of a raw deal. Strangely, he didn't much mind.
The day had been long, though. Long and hot, for all he didn't object at all to Rabanastre's desert climate. He didn't much want to head straight to the Sandsea and Aerith had packed up and taken her remaining flowers and containers home on her cart. He had time to kill, so he headed towards the outer streets, away from the hustle and bustle of both the market and people heading home after work.
The shops there tended to stay open later than the marketplace and inner-city shops, mostly to tempt in travellers weary from the road. It was on his way there that Axel spotted the most unusual sight of a boy dressed head to toe in leather -- in a desert -- pushing a motorbike.
"Now, that isn't something you see every day," he said to himself.