"… —maybe." Laconic in his reply, the blond warrior retreated back to his silence after glancing at said picture and wondered about the stranger before him.
❝If you drew it, it’s still good, all things considered.❞ There’s no shame, he finds, in covering one’s bases, and likewise nothing to be shy about in art and prose. Either way, he remains undeterred by the the other’s lapse into quiet. ❝My young lady used to leave her paintings outside my door. Not exactly the best place for ‘em, but I caught on pretty fast. Had some colorful slippers before that, though.❞
❝You keep lookin’ at me like that and the other Warriors’ll start to talk, man.❞
It’s far from unexpected, but his hand snaps to his chest with a neat clap, his dog tags clinking lightly where they’ve been disturbed along the chain, sound too delicate to match the gasp ripping out of his lungs.
❝—Geez, just give a guy a heart attack, why don’t you?❞
【Received [Follower: transientgunner]!】
(I don’t… have to acknowledge him that way. He’s not a part of my life.)
"…I’m guessing you’re here on business, President Loire. Make it fast."
❝Hey now, no need to be so formal. You sound like my entourage.❞ Insistence caps there, however. Who knows how comfortable Squall is around him, about the idea of him, the simplest concept of his person; if they’re anywhere near mirroring each other in that regard, comfort has long since fled, chased out by nerves. ❝Not just business, but — if you’re busy, maybe some other time would be better.❞
[8/19/2014 1:41:15 AM] knight-commander nina.: i’m upset but not as upset as i was when i was in la and i thought about drawing squall pushing an older laguna in a wheelchair as laguna says “you know you remind me of someone” and squall replies “tell me about her”
that’s fucking gross u sick prick