Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time (Closed, Incomplete)

[prez_leg_cramp]

WHO: Laguna Loire and Squall Leonhart
WHAT: A fateful meeting between Father and Son
WHERE: Marketplace
WHEN: Day 127, backlog

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[ooo_whatever]

He'd dug himself a nice little hole in the ground with the tip of his boot, kicking up small clouds of dust which eventually settled and clung to nearby plants. He absently watched them float and swirl in the light breeze. He wasn't alone, by any stretch, in this marketplace. Although he would rather be finding out more about the surrounding jungles and cities (assuming there was more than the one looming in the distance), he'd been cautioned and man-handled into staying within the city limits until he sorted things out

[prez_leg_cramp]

Laguna looked up when a shadow fell over him and nearly jumped in the air when he saw it was not only Squall, but the stare was... really scary.

...Did he do something wrong?

What was he suppose to say?

"U-um... hi," he said lamely.

[ooo_whatever]

Laguna jumped, which, subsequently, made Squall take a little leap backward of his own.
Ah... he hadn't been giving a particularly friendly look to the young Presidential figure in front of him; It made sense that it might give him a start. Squall wouldn't be surprised at all if his father wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. It must be stressful to, without warning, be immediately confronted with your never-seen child on a mysterious island in the middle of nowhere

[prez_leg_cramp]

Laguna scooted over. "S-sorry, have a seat."

And continue please, awkward silence.

The President rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. Seriously, what could he say? "I... um... I-I'm sorry... I don't... I just..."

He was fumbling and he didn't even know why.