“I ain’t that old, son.” His frown then slowly turned to a smile as he waved back to the blonde hero that went by the name of Snow. “And everything’s been fine— living as much as I can to the fullest of my ability.” He grinned. “How you doing, trench coat? How’s you and Serah?”
"Haha! Still holding on to that name you gave me huh?" Smiling at him, while raising both hands shoulder’s length in conjunction to a shrug. "That Serah, haha. —She’s a hand full with this wedding rehearsal biz. Our wedding is not until another seven months, yet she insists we better start rehearsing so soon." The blond shook his head and chuckled to himself. "Women. Can’t live without them I suppose, right?"