Dec 17, 2010 14:11
[ For the first time in weeks days, Squall finally appears on the network. Head tilted toward the sky, his brows furrows at the sight of snow intermingled with the hard rain. He's soaked, drenched and without a jacket. ]
Damn, thought I heard...
[ His head jerks at the sound of more thunder and a flash of lightning. Immediately he searches for the sound and finds nothing. Whatever brought him out of the tower, it had to be the lightning. Physically, he looks strained and tired--like he hasn't been sleeping properly. ]
Just another storm. Isn't it?
[ Squall glances toward his pokegear before reaching down to pick up his Cyndaquil. The fire-type seems to be wrapped up tightly with Squall's jacket before snuggling more into his chest.
[ The feed ends. ]