Garden; main level; the commander does care!

[renzokukens]

[Squall had been in his office on the third floor the moment Garden crash-landed along the surface of the water. The odd thing here and there had fallen off his desk and shelves, himself jolted in his chair. Once everything seemed to calm, only then did he abandon his paperwork to leave the office and begin to make his way from one end of the floor

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HAVE FUN SQUALL

[fleeorflight]

[There's a boy sitting on the bottom of the stairs with a hand to his head. That's right, it's not the tremors or the falling furniture or the sudden quake that did Hope in, it's the rocking motions afterward. He can handle riding on flying motorcycles, on huge lugging machines, and even on rolling cannonball fal'cie with no issue, yet surprisingly enough, Hope Estheim is especially susceptible to...sea sickness.]

Nnnn...

aljg';algalkjadj';l FML.

[renzokukens]

[Of course it just had to be Hope. Just kidding. Squall moves to his side upon seeing him holding his head and crouches, thinking maybe he did hit his head or worse.]

Hey..

you love it

[fleeorflight]

[Slowly, Hope lifts his head, cringing a little when he tries to stand up. Right, Cadet Formalities - just went over that in class.]

Commander!

[renzokukens]

[Cadet Formalities is the last thing on Squall's mind right now. He presses a hand lightly to Hope's shoulder to keep him sitting.]

Relax. You alright?

[fleeorflight]

[Hope blinks a bit. Now this was more like the Commander who gave him practice swings with his gunblade rather than the one glaring him down for bumping into a lunch line - that was good; he liked this one much better. He smiles, nodding very slowly.]

Yeah, I didn't get hurt. It's just the...

[He makes a motion with his hand to mimick the swaying of the Garden.]

[renzokukens]

Can you walk...? (Stupid question, if the kid's having trouble standing.)

1/2

[fleeorflight]

[Hope nods again, more curtly.]

Yes!

[It's hard to say how much of that is bravado though, considering the little sway he does at moving his head so suddenly.]

[fleeorflight]

Wait, am I supposed to be going somewhere?

[renzokukens]

If you're ill, you should be in either a restroom or the infirmary.

[fleeorflight]

[Oh, and for a moment, Hope thought he'd be asking him to help out with something. He visibly deflates.]

I'll be okay. It's just a little nausea. I just have to get used to it, right?

[renzokukens]

It's rare for Garden to take to the water. It's mostly aerial.

[fleeorflight]

Really? I wouldn't know, I've only been- !!!

[Suddenly, his eyes widen and Hope smacks his hand in front of his mouth, looking sick. Okay, maybe the infirmary or rest room isn't a bad idea.]

[renzokukens]

[Instinctively Squall leans away, brows lifting.] (...He wasn't kidding around.)

[He turns and puts his back towards Hope and glances over his shoulder.] You promise not to get sick, I'll take you there myself. Get on.

[fleeorflight]

[There is thankfully no projectile vomit in your itinerary today, Squall. Hope lowers his hand after the false alarm passes, and, upon realizing that he's in no position to argue how well he feels anymore, he stares down at the Commander's back hesitantly before looping his arms around the man's neck, mumbling between his shoulders.]

Sorry about this.

[renzokukens]

Don't worry about it. [And up Squall goes, standing carefully and making sure he has a good hold on the other. Doesn't want to drop Hope and make him worse. Squall hefts him up slowly and off they go, lala, making the trek to the infirmary.]

(At least he's not a heavy kid.)

[fleeorflight]

Did you make it out of the fall okay, um...sir?

[Belated as it is, he means well. Hope cranes his neck to give Squall a cursory examination, but it's a difficult vantage point to work from.]