Ester? Wouldn't Miss Her!
The shock! The horror! The attempts at defamation of the innocent choco family!
Enough Team Moogle!
Choco Billy comes from humble roots—a family-owned farm on the far east side of the eastern continent, far far away from the hustle and bustle of Midgar and city life. But Pappy, as Choco Billy affectionately calls his grandpa, ain’t rear no fool!
Speaking of his grandfather…
Ain’t it curious that he’s the sole caretaker of the two kids on his farm? What happened to Choco William, his father, or Chana, his mother?
Chocobo. That’s what happened.
Everyone thinks chocobos are these cute, fluffy creatures who will just eat out of any randy’s hand and be domesticated. NAH. A step too close to a nest of baby chocobos with it’s mother about and these birds will maul the shit out of you with their razor sharp beaks. And that’s what happened to William and Chana. They took that step too close. And Billy might’ve fallen victim to the same fate if he hadn’t been so quick on his feet. The piece of bandage across his nose serves as a constant reminder of that day.
So,
excuse him if he comes across as a little slow or needs to ask the same questions over and over when you greet. He
needs that sort of order in his life after suffering such chaos and trauma!
You see, women like Ester can’t appreciate this sort of thing. She handles birds that have already been domesticated. Bird with spirits that have long been broken. And when she says she’s ‘handled’ by the way, she’s actually referring to her assistants, but they’re “not like real people,” so why would she credit them, right? Tsk tsk. Typical of the spoiled and rich. But folks like the choco family...?
I want you to look again at that piece of bandage and remember his fallen parents.
Ester would underestimate Choco Billy. She’s a busy woman—she doesn’t have time to be bothered with snot-nosed brats! Or so she would think. She’d approach Billy ready to bully him into submission, but Billy would surprise her. He’s resourceful—you learn to be that way when you deal with killer chocobos on a regular basis. He’d grab the latest issue of SHINRA MONTHLY off one of those lounge tables, roll it right up, and give Ester a good WHACK there and WHACK here, weaving in between her legs and using his seemingly boundless stamina to dodge her attempts to stop him and ducking into hard-to-fit spaces. Maybe he’d chew a piece of gum, macgyver a sling-shot out of rubber bands, and fling it into her hair. The possibilities are endless.
Moogle suggests that Ester isn’t a woman easily frustrated. Well, today is
that day that patience is worn right out.
