http://renzokukens.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] renzokukens.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] concoursec 2010-09-09 10:02 pm (UTC)

He didn't run after her, he let her go.

Sighing, Squall reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, massaging. He'd give her her space and give her time to cool down and try to talk to her again at a later time. Right now the amount of paperwork on his desk was what needed his undivided attention, documents concerning Galbadia and even Trabia. Not an overly emotional female.

He spied the white feather just feet away from him and groaned to himself. That's definitely not a good sign, Squall thought, going to pick it up, grasping it in gloved fingers.

"Not a good sign at all." And his fingers closed around it, as he glanced across at the door and stared at it.

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