[ 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
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Oh, and a certain Miss Trepe was looking for you.
[Funnily enough, Cecil is also outside. And the road behind him sure as hell doesn't look like Ecruteak.]
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