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That is one pissed off looking squirrel.
โฆ โย Well, there I am. Conker, the ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐. King of ๐๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก the la โ ย โ โฝ แต สทแตแต แตแถ แถแตหขสฐ แถแตแตแตโธด สทสฐโฑหขแตแตสณโฑโฟแตโธด โพ โฆ โย Huh ? You aren't s`pposed to be here yet โ โ
โญ โญ โฆ โย . . . What ? We, uh. Ran out of ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐ฉ ? Um. Well, okay, ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ plans then โ here's how that day came to be a ๐ง๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฎ . . . โ โญ โญ
"Every day is Tuesday." Draws Hyperion on anyone who disagrees.
Tifa Tuesday?
I am an immensely lucky man.
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"It's just sort of there. I never did anything with it. No spikes, no colours. Just... Flat. The slick at least gives it a distinct look."
@sorceressknight.bsky.social โQuestion,โ Her head pops into his line of sight, โWhat does your hair look like when itโs not slicked back?โ Rocks back amd forth on her heels.
Squall. My little 'brother'.
"So I'm too much of a threat to have on the board?" He paused. When he was younger that would have flattered him. Hell, it stoked his ego even now. But he was also able to push it aside and think rationally and tactically. ~
She closes the distance between them, her head dropping to the center of his chest with arms wrapping around his waist. Tifa shook her head, "That's...not what I'm worried about. ~
The garden was such a contradiction to the world around them. The city was all glass and metal, stone carved with technology and plants carefully manicured and even more carefully placed. The garden was a patch of wild, likely tended to by children. A wild nest in 'perfection'. ~
Tifa stood beside him, overlooking the deep reds and yellows stretched out like blankets across the garden. A warm had rests gently over his. "Can you think of anything you're curious to know about yourself? Maybe hearing it out loud can help figure something out."
"Scared..?" The idea wasn't foreign to him. But then..? He was certain that even when his confidence was shaken, he didn't know fear. Not terror, only uncertainty. "No. No I don't think so." He stopped walking, placing a hand on a railing as the walkway overlooked a large public garden. ~
So it was true. He went along with it voluntarily assuming he'd found his purpose. And something about that made Tifa angry. Not at him. But the woman who fed him pretty words, preying on his hunger for direction. Creating a faux dream in this world he could call his own. ~
๐ก๏ธ char Shinra but The Office?
He did something she might not have expected - he laughed. He laughed and reached for her, bopping her nose with his finger before wiping the cream from his nose and licking it clean. "I've never had anyone to worry about before." ~
Her mouth is open, the spoon piled with ice cream just milometers from her mouth. She lowers it back down, as the heat from the scotching sun pulls from her neck sweat drops which glide and disappear between her ample bosom. ~
"Justified." He let that hang for a little while, gathering his words and thoughts. "I felt like everything in my life had added up. To feeling chosen. To feeling like there was no way I could be wrong." ~
Her grip around his hand tightened as she slowed her steps, not quite stopping. "Keep talking, I'm listening." It was a gentle invitation for him to confess and let out everything he contained since his release from Her chains. It wasn't like anyone was listening in on them anyway. ~
ษช ษชษดแดแดษดแด แดแด สษชแด แด, ษดแดแด แดแด๊ฑแด แดxษช๊ฑแด. โ
He's in some state of undress, walking the halls of his home. He's holding a kitchen knife, whispering something over and over in his sleep. The moon is high, the rooms are dark, and his eyes are twitching behind his lids.
He's sitting on a crate outside the bar, Hyperion drawn across his lap. He seems totally asleep, but he's slowly rapping his fingers across the flat of the gunblade... Waiting. Dreaming. Sifting through a nightmare.
"Yeah. Of course. I'm hardly subtle - so I know I'm not an ideal operative for every mission..." He reached for her, softly holding her arm just above the elbow. A gentle grip. ~
She doesn't say anything for the longest time. Eyes downcast, wondering if his family would hate her if she allowed him into another reckless lifestyle? ~
I hope they are writing amazing tales of my daring and unbelievable exploits!
Seifer listened and watched with a big smile, one he tried to hide but found it difficult to. This really was their kid alright. Just enough trouble to do first, ask later. Just enough of his mother to be a hero. But he learned that from their whole extended family, didn't he? ~
"Honey, look at me. I'm very proud of you for helping an injured animal. That's very noble. But, you took your father's things without asking." "๐๐ฎ๐ญโโต" ~
"What's the alternative? Sit back and watch you go out and risk your life? Unable to help if things go south?" He folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow. "No way am I being sidelined while you risk it all." ~
To go from one extreme to another seemed very ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. And that worried her a little. "I don't know... I'm not saying you're not equipped for this. I mean, you're likely more experienced than all of us combined considering where you came from, but..." ~