8th Sphere: Tax Day Event
[Jecht opens the day's mail, grumbling at the various bills and stupid catalogues and crap the town keeps sending him, and eventually comes upon the all-important PAY YOUR TAXES envelopes. He opens it up just to see what the hell is up with this, and spends a good minute or so shuffling through the papers, turning them upside down and sideways and every which way like they're in fucking Latin or something.]
"Junk."
[And he crumples all of it up, unceremoniously tossing it in the trash with most of the rest of the mail.]
"I don't have time for this shit."
"Junk."
[And he crumples all of it up, unceremoniously tossing it in the trash with most of the rest of the mail.]
"I don't have time for this shit."