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[plumea]

Hey, Squall!

[plumea]

Are you busy?
Can we meet in Kyrst soon?

[plumea]

Hi!
I can wait for you at the usual spot if you're okay with it?

[plumea]

Squall?

ill stop when i want to

[plumea]

Are you okay?

[plumea]

Hey... I'm worried about you.
Let me know as soon as possible how you're doing.

[plumea]

Don't tell me... did you die?

[plumea]

Squall?

[plumea]

If you get my messages, please let me know as soon as possible.
Is there anyone on the Moon court I can contact in case of emergency?

[plumea]

Hello...?

[plumea]

Are you alive???
I want to see you

[plumea]

Are you dead??? Squall?

[plumea]

SOS

[plumea]

My emergency is that I think you are DEAD? HELLO?
PLEASE?

[plumea]

It can't have been that long by now
Can you not talk

[plumea]

Send the dog emoji if you're alive
Do nothing if you're dead

[plumea]

Uh oh

[gunbreaking]

Stop

[gunbreaking]

I was in jail

[plumea]

AGAIN?

[gunbreaking]

We committed treason, what did you think was going to happen?

[ TO THINK HE SPENT ALL THIS TIME WORRYING ABOUT HER...WASTED. ]

Somebody over there got banished. This isn’t a joke, Rinoa.

[plumea]

Banishment seems like a goal at this point. I know it's not a joke.

[ so THERE ]

I just can't believe it. I guess you must seem like
a real threat...

[gunbreaking]

I thought they might have punished you too.

Looks like they didn’t.

[ AGAIN. ]

You’re safe, right?

And it’s not a goal. As much as I hate these gods, we can’t do anything if they strip us of our powers.

[plumea]

Let's... not talk about it right now.

[ let's just say she's seen a lot of grieving widows lately. ]

Mm, I'm safe. Nothing has happened to me since.

[gunbreaking]

Good.

I’m glad you’re okay.

[ said with a lot of hesitance, but they’re past this. ]

Meet me in Kyst.
I’ll know you when I see you.

[plumea]

[ he's going to regret that choice of words.

kyst is a little cold, today. it isn't so bad that she needs to bundle up and cover every inch of her body, but she layers her clothes and waits for him by a tree that she's picked at a few times now. the usual place, it seems, is near an inn towards the outskirts of the town. the bark on the tree is wearing down from how many times she's stood there and slowly picked at it, and no one seems to think too much of the girl waiting outside of the run down inn. it's maybe not the nicest looking one, but it's quaint. vintage!

by the time squall arrives, her fingers have gathered a little bit of sap under the nail and they have the scent of pine to them. without warning, her arms come to loop around his waist in a hug from behind. ]

Squall! There you are...! You know how to keep a girl waiting on bated breath, don't you?