✘one.

[isntyourfriend]

[There is a boy wandering the first floor hallways of the Garden, and he doesn't look pleased. Well, he's not just "wandering", exactly. More like stomping angrily. It could just be restlessness - he's new, and he certainly doesn't like the situation he's in, and he's ready to take it out on anyone or anything he comes across

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He can't help it. Really. He can't.

[renzokukens]

[With Lionheart against his shoulder, the blade decorated with dark blood, Squall's on his way out of the Training Center. What else does the Commander do in his spare time besides that. Nothing, just the Training Center, because there's no way in hell you'll catch him swimming in whatever extra time he has in a day. He's just heading back to the elevators and momentarily distracted by thoughts - yes thoughts - when he and Elliot collide.

Which is funny given the boy is stomping about like that.

Squall steps back with the jolt and immediately looks down expecting to see a head of silver hair and a butterjelly stain -- but there's no head of silver hair. And there's definitely no butterjelly stain on his white, blood-splotched shirt.]

(...A new 'recruit'...?) . . .

It's just. Really bad luck, that's all.

[isntyourfriend]

[And Elliot looks right back up at Squall, and it still surprises him that you can apparently bump right into people here and they won't even say a word to you.]

E-excuse me.

[...he's definitely got a headache by now. This probably wasn't the smartest way to spend his first day here. Huh.]

I'm starting to think so.

[renzokukens]

[Raises a brow, looking right back down at him. He's secretly grateful this kid doesn't have anything with butter or jelly on it...]

Should watch where you're going. (Like you're one to talk, Leonhart.)

Such is Squall's life.

[isntyourfriend]

What about you?

[Don't mind that accusing tone, sir.]

Sobs.

[renzokukens]

[Narrows his eyes briefly at that tone.]

Is there a problem?

[Referring to Elliot's stomping earlier.]

[isntyourfriend]

Does it look like it?

[That's a "no". ...somewhere in there.]

[renzokukens]

...Then carry on. [Squall steps to the side and keeps on walking.]

[isntyourfriend]

[Elliot watches him as he leaves. He can't decide if this guy holds some position of authority or... is just a jerk.

Hm.]

[renzokukens]

[...He doesn't hear him stomping off and Squall stops, turning slightly to look back at him.]

Is there a problem? (He didn't bump that hard into me...)

[isntyourfriend]

[He was ready to turn and walk off himself when he heard his voice again.]

Is there?

[...they seem to be going in circles.]

[renzokukens]

... Whatever.

[Squall shakes his head, continuing on down the hall.]