After the incidents earlier that morning, Squall had taken to returning to his dorm room to change all thanks to a particular student by the ID of nine-six-one-two-four. He'd made a brief appearance in the cafeteria during lunch to grab something to go - which he could have easily just sent Quistis to do for him, but all that sitting and pouring over documents and paperwork had pushed him to leave the office and stretch his legs; he'd been grateful that the students he'd encountered before classes hadn't been around to add to the day and to his grief.
Overall throughout the day, Squall had kept to his office including for the evening and dinner rush. If anyone had needed him, they knew where he was located on the third floor. Or could easily have contacted him through one of the Garden Faculty.
Now dressed in a fresh white t-shirt and gym pants, the Commander had waited until after curfew to begin making his way to the Training Center. The poor guy had a bit of frustration to get out, especially after that morning. Hitting up a T-Rex was one of the better ways to releasing it.
Squall rested Lion Heart against his shoulder as he followed the corridor, his steps quiet against the flooring. If tomorrow's anything like today...
He frowned to himself, not wanting to think about it, and entered the Training Center, the door making a soft whirring sound as it opened to admit him and again as it closed behind him. The smell of wet soil was the first thing to hit him as he stepped through the threshold. The foliage had been freshly watered, the sprinklers overhead set on a timer; he could make out the scent, it was almost like that of a fresh rain shower on the air.
Wonder what I'll bump into here tonight.
Branches rustled off to his right, through the protective fencing and gate. Squall narrowed his eyes. It's after curfew... Who else could be here at this time? And he tightened his grip on his gunblade, quietly advancing and following after whoever else was there.
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Overall throughout the day, Squall had kept to his office including for the evening and dinner rush. If anyone had needed him, they knew where he was located on the third floor. Or could easily have contacted him through one of the Garden Faculty.
Now dressed in a fresh white t-shirt and gym pants, the Commander had waited until after curfew to begin making his way to the Training Center. The poor guy had a bit of frustration to get out, especially after that morning. Hitting up a T-Rex was one of the better ways to releasing it.
Squall rested Lion Heart against his shoulder as he followed the corridor, his steps quiet against the flooring. If tomorrow's anything like today...
He frowned to himself, not wanting to think about it, and entered the Training Center, the door making a soft whirring sound as it opened to admit him and again as it closed behind him. The smell of wet soil was the first thing to hit him as he stepped through the threshold. The foliage had been freshly watered, the sprinklers overhead set on a timer; he could make out the scent, it was almost like that of a fresh rain shower on the air.
Wonder what I'll bump into here tonight.
Branches rustled off to his right, through the protective fencing and gate. Squall narrowed his eyes. It's after curfew... Who else could be here at this time? And he tightened his grip on his gunblade, quietly advancing and following after whoever else was there.