[Open Thread]
Who: Squall + OPEN
What: A visit to the old building he grew up in
When: Saturday morning
Where: Kramer Orphanage
Warnings: None
Even while being nineteen years old, Matron still always checked in on him with phone calls and emails. Most of the time Squall found it tedious, but he was also grateful that he had at least one person who really cared to keep an eye on him. Squall was only tolerant of that one person, anyway. Being alumni from Kramer, it somehow gave him the responsibility to always come visit Matron on the weekends. He figured it had something to do with Matron feeling as if Squall was her unfinished business since he was never adopted in the end.
It was silly, but he always visited anyway. He felt no issue with the orphanage, even if it was part of his annoying little past he’d rather just leave in the dust. The present was more important, and he was no longer that little kid with nightmares and needed midnight milk. He might was well try and reassure Matron of his every single time he talked to her.
He walked up the steps as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and paused halfway up to look at the building. It still looked like an old home, one with creaky floors and vines that grew up the sides of the walls. The tree with the tire swing was still there, although he never remembered ever riding the thing. As always he could hear laughter and screaming from the back yard which meant it was playtime for the younger ones, that one Saturday morning.
Content, Squall walked up the stairs and came in through the front door. It was mostly quiet in the foyer, and he could only hear the faint humming of the television in the living room where- no doubt, Saturday morning cartoons were playing.
What: A visit to the old building he grew up in
When: Saturday morning
Where: Kramer Orphanage
Warnings: None
Even while being nineteen years old, Matron still always checked in on him with phone calls and emails. Most of the time Squall found it tedious, but he was also grateful that he had at least one person who really cared to keep an eye on him. Squall was only tolerant of that one person, anyway. Being alumni from Kramer, it somehow gave him the responsibility to always come visit Matron on the weekends. He figured it had something to do with Matron feeling as if Squall was her unfinished business since he was never adopted in the end.
It was silly, but he always visited anyway. He felt no issue with the orphanage, even if it was part of his annoying little past he’d rather just leave in the dust. The present was more important, and he was no longer that little kid with nightmares and needed midnight milk. He might was well try and reassure Matron of his every single time he talked to her.
He walked up the steps as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and paused halfway up to look at the building. It still looked like an old home, one with creaky floors and vines that grew up the sides of the walls. The tree with the tire swing was still there, although he never remembered ever riding the thing. As always he could hear laughter and screaming from the back yard which meant it was playtime for the younger ones, that one Saturday morning.
Content, Squall walked up the stairs and came in through the front door. It was mostly quiet in the foyer, and he could only hear the faint humming of the television in the living room where- no doubt, Saturday morning cartoons were playing.