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[solidbarrels]

characters: transient_lion; open
location: (near) City Gates
time: Night, I suppose
rating: PG, subject to change
open/closed: open
summary: Gone Talking to a Wall. Sort of.

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[solidbarrels]

Squall almost stumbled forward, managing to keep standing just barely. Shoulders strained, he glared over his shoulder at the person who dared to pounce him from behind.

"Zidane. Off," he grunted immediately at the weight on his back. He almost growled at the blond but it was the sheer fact that he knew who this person was that he didn't. Zidane was a friend and he was glad to finally see him again. Not that didn't mean he wasn't miffed about not expecting the assault before it happened.

Must be slipping. Usually better than this. He was supposed to know what his surroundings were like at all times. He was conditioned for it because of his training. It was a skill that he took full advantage of during the Conflict. Much better than this.

But that wasn't something he should be concerning himself with. Especially when he finally found one of the few people he recognized as an Ally and it had been a month (his fault) since he last spoke to Zidane.

Squall sighed softly, taking in other male's appearance (or at least how much he can see of the thief from over his shoulder) before giving a rough shrug of his shoulders. "Now."