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Oh god, seeing @antagonisting online and posting so much right now is like going to wawa for a midnight snack and an old buddy from like 3 towns away is there too, and you’re like, “isn’t there a wawa close to her than this one?” And you don’t know whether to stop and say hi because this is just surreal.

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antagonisting replied to your post:"i should do a kyogre picture to go with that...

It’s ALPHA sapphire for a reason

yeah, to make people feel better about buying it

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"Tell me you’re sorry."

'Late' was the word that always wrought him into a state of dread. Late was when he received a scolding by the teachers at school, when he felt the disapproving gaze of his work superiors and feared the condemning possibility of losing the jobs that kept him tethered to the crowded streets of Kairos. Late for Squall Leonhart was rare, but when it happened it was certain he could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage and his mind spinning to remedy the situation as soon as possible. Normally he walked everywhere he went— from home to school to work and back again… but today he would choose to spend a meager portion of his spending money on bus fare to the grocery store across town where he slaved tirelessly for every cent, every dollar.

Packed. The vehicle was packed with people. Not that Squall would’ve known that was the norm. Worming his way through the others on the bus, the scarred youth positioned himself somewhere near the back, wedged uncomfortably between three or four others. (Was this a good idea…?) He couldn’t help but wonder as the bus took off, wheeling through the tangle of roads and buildings that grew increasingly larger as they left the skirts of town and passed through the center of this bustling metropolis.

It had only taken a minute, maybe two after departure. A speed bump jostled the entire contents of the bus; while most others had grown accustomed to the feeling, either from using transportation for a while or being in their own cars, Squall had not. In fact, he could count the times he’d been on a rolling vehicle on both hands. Balance was lost for a split second, but that was all it took for him to stumble into the person behind him. Instinctively he turned to face them, the tips of his ears reddening behind a curtain of brown hair… though his face remained stoic as ever. Pale blue eyes examined the victim of his momentary disgracefulness; a man who stood slightly lower than himself, with narrowed red-brown eyes and a coat not unlike his own. Squall examined, and while he did the other’s lips parted to speak a simple demand:

"Tell me you’re sorry."

The brunet blinked. Clearly he was supposed to apologize for bumping into this stranger. But there was a flash of memory— no, it could not even be called a memory… it was more along the lines of a flash of feeling— that perhaps there was something else to apologize for. The flash lingered for less than a second, then forgotten entirely.

"…sorry." The mutter was entirely halfhearted. Gaze awkwardly flew to the window. It felt better to watch for his stop than dwell on his mishap. Squall quickly turned on his heel, grabbing the closest thing for support just in time as the bus rolled over another speed bump. This time he remained firmly planted in his spot. By the time the bus had crossed town and deposited Squall on the road which he worked, the man on the bus had faded entirely into memory. A simple happenstance of daily business.

A bloodstained history of despair and death remained firmly locked away in his psyche, as it would for a long, long time.

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