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"...แดกสแดแดแดแด แดส." Squall Leonhart Final Fantasy VIII แดกสษชแดแดแดษด สส http://kas #MVRP | #FFRP | #FFVIIIRP Est. 11/24/24. SEMI-ACTIVE.
(... Can't sleep. Must be the whole "regret" thing again.)
(... Didn't realize LARPers were in town.)
Coffee is great. Efficient. Frappes... require too much effort. It could be better spent preparing for battle.
(Still not making a frappe.)
Squall was still awake in the dead of night. Paperwork. He had gotten used to writing operatives' wills, and other things of that nature. It was quiet. Until the BZZT! of his phone. He glanced at the number. Unrecognizable. He squinted. (Ramen...?) ... Sigh. Oh yeah. ๐ฒ: Lose my number.
{ @mightbealion.bsky.social } Yuffie sleepily wakes up and sends Squall a message, not paying too much attention to what sheโs typing. ๐ฒ I dreamt u gav md a huge pot of ramen nd u became my bestie 4 lyf so just fyi if u wanna be my bestie u can do tht
(... I feel like a pawn in some major scheme.) Squall sighed and shrugged to himself. Screw it. He led her to the nearby vending machine. He pumped a couple gil into it, perturbed, and punched in the numbers. The machine whirred. It clicked. It waited. KA-THUNK! Ta-da! Cup Noodles.
โ Nuh-uh, no regrets cominโ here donโt you worry about a thing. Now, whereโs this ramen~? โ Suddenly she seems to be a lot better - a miracle!
He always liked the way she smiled at him, and even if there weren't, he always saw fireworks reflect in her eyes. In her gaze was starlight, and it erupted a whole galaxy of feelings from within him. He shyly placed his eyes on her. โก๏ธ
"Well, wouldn't working on yourself be an accomplishment? I think you've taken a few steps forward today."
// @meteorxiv.etheirys.social this was my guy before I stopped playing shout out to the goat, endwalker
; jess ( looking into some things bc i'm curious abt the og script and so far in the japanese script rinoa says squall is the coolest looking or smth along those lines (instead of the iconic meme) and from researching it, rinoa and seifer wasn't actually a plotline in the japanese script -
(I'll get to replies when I have some free time...) ... (Hunh. That was a weird thought.)
The hug was sudden. Shocking, to say the least. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but more like his nervous system frizzled. His body seized, but eventually began to warm. And as soon as he had grown accustomed to her touch, she pulled away. That sent his nervous system on a different journey.
"I know what you mean." ( She lets go and backs away enough to give him a bit of space. ) "Thank you, Squall. I'm proud of you." ( And very, very happy. )
"Everybody's gangsta until the Tonberry pulls up."
; jess ( good morning. promo art rinoa is my favorite thing )
(More like, not soon enough. Just wish I was the one who asked first...) Squall's eyes closed. His hand settled on his hip and his head turned away, like he was trying to avoid the embarrassment. "I'd love to," he replied lightly. When his eyes opened, he focused on her necklace. โก๏ธ
( She glanced back, curious of what sort of response she'd get from that. )
Despite all evidence to the contrary, being by her side was enough, even if most days, he appeared the opposite. Though, being a homebody was in his nature, there was something refreshing being out and about with her. Refreshing. Like a cool glass of water, or lemonade on a hot day, or-
( Part of it was her not wanting to drag him places he didn't want to be and the other part was knowing him well enough. With that being said, Rinoa clapped her hands together. ) "So then it's a date!" ( ...Uh oh. How forward that sounds doesn't hit her until after she says it. Oops! )
Her hunches were usually correct. Despite Squall's introversion, he was surprisingly easy to read to one with a watchful eye. And she was the most intuitive of all. Perk of being a Sorceress, or perk of being Rinoa Heartilly? "Yeah," he admitted. It was like thawing ice.
( She figured as much, mixed with a little bit of wanting to know what exactly he was feeling. Baby steps. ) "That's okay. You'd enjoy it then, right?" ( That was all that mattered to her. )
"Keep up?" he asked. He was always a bit clueless, even despite his formal training and tactical prowess. He listened intently, closing his eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, a sigh on his shoulders. "Alright. So it's a surprise tactic. I'll distract her, while the cake is put into position."
"It's not lying, Squall, it's planning a surprise! C'mon, keep up with me on this." This kind of straightforward response; one of many things Zell liked about his close friend and commander. "Her reaction will be better if she doesn't know what's going on until the exact moment."
Was he being rude? Of course, when he wasn't trying to be... "I... didn't know how to word it." Suddenly he was at a loss for them. "Fun isn't something I'm used to."
"...Fun?" ( The delay caught her off guard. ) "What was that pause for?"
Machete, bayonet, same difference, really. When you had a weapon that did both, you found you weren't exactly scared of anything after that. "Soldiers, mostly." His head turned. "Monsters too. They come from the moon."
"Gun... Blade?" And he thought blondie's big machete was overkill. "Gaia, the hell are you fighting with that?"
(... That's one fancy Magic trick.) Squall's lips pursed. It seemed this stranger was a weapon master of some sort. From his gear, he was obviously foreign. Still... "Where do your weapons go?" His head tilted slightly. "... When you aren't using them?"