spoopyleonhart
Her umber orbs darted around as she entered the commander's dormitory, expecting to find the lion sleeping like a baby in his designated corner. But to her surprise his bed was empty. Usually, she’d find him curled up in a ball, lying fast asleep in his bed, mumbling the most oddest things — but today he was nowhere to be found. Gently sighing, she folded her arms across her chest. ❝ Might as well make myself at home. ❞ She had no doubt in her mind that he could drop by at any given moment.
Sitting down on his firm bed, she rested her hands on her knees. Her soft gaze fondly observed his room — compared to the other SeeD's, Squall’s room was very plain. Everything very official, very neat, very Squall.
The one thing that intrigued her the most was the leatherette gunblade case — or was it real leather? She wasn’t too sure — with a silver Griever emblazoned on the front. She always wondered if he kept anything else other than his standard Revolver and a couple of bullets in there. Maybe something personal? A keepsake, maybe?
Just as she decided she was going to sneakily investigate the mysterious gunblade case, the door slid open. Squall stood staring at her with that ‘what-are-you-doing-in-here-again’ look plastered on his pale features. Her grin grew wide as she playfully waved her at him. ❝ Hope you don’t mind. Just wanted to know if you’d like to go for a walk with me and Angelo or something? ❞
