Well. Tseng was now going to find himself scraping together gil and pulling late-night monster hunts in order to scrounge up enough money to be able to afford one of the specialty suites. Perhaps the Champagne Suite. Or the Presidential.
Because he really, really wasn't in the mood for that particular sort of cookie.
"I imagine you might," he agreed. Idly. So very idly. "Should it prove to be within your budget."
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Date: 2010-10-02 10:05 pm (UTC)Because he really, really wasn't in the mood for that particular sort of cookie.
"I imagine you might," he agreed. Idly. So very idly. "Should it prove to be within your budget."
Because he was one to talk.