@moombaliberator || squall call
Squall still couldn’t control the memories (dreams?) that came to mind when Laguna was around.He’d seen snippets of the man’s life he couldn’t quite describe, and certainly had no plans to.
So to see him in Squall’s own office, the Commander could only pinch the bridge of his nose and try not to sigh. “Why are you here?” It was something between a more polite, more presentable ‘how can i help you’, and the words he’d been more accustomed to, ‘what do you want?’.














