[ What had meant to be a voice message to the other has turned into an image one instead as a curious little cat with a red scarf around their neck has knocked the Warrior's amulet out of his hand just as he had been meaning to reach out to Squall. So, instead, Squall gets an image of a surprised looking Warrior picking the amulet up off the wooden floor with a meowing cat held against his chest. ]
[ Hearing the other man's voice, the Warrior catches sight of Squall and offers a gentle bow of his head while still holding the curious kitten against his chest; they may look familiar to Squall as they're the one Squall healed up when the Warrior brought them to him. ]
I did not mean to start this message that way. I suppose someone is simply eager to see you.
[ With a soft cry from the kitten as if to say hello, the Warrior then adjusts a few things and sets the scarfed kitten down on the bed, the Warrior sitting there beside them and watching as they gently begin to make little biscuits on a spot with loud purrs before he looks back to the amulet; he just wants to be sure the kitten is ok. ]
I don't... really think there's a protocol for afterwards. You kiss more if you want... or you just hang out. As long as it's something that feels nice.
[ Here he blinks once before a memory comes to him so easily within this world. ]
Yes. He carved a word on the inside of my shield in case I forget anything while I am here. So that I may remember. That is... that was the first time they happened.
[ There's a pause that comes from the Warrior, as if he's uncertain whether or not to mention something. However, this is Squall and the lack of fireworks and sparkles happening because of such a thing is appreciated. ]
I feel that he is still... uncertain. That he feels my feeling something is a mistake towards him.
[ Serious or not, the Warrior glances to Squall briefly before he shakes his head and looks down to his lap. ]
No. [ A pause, he glances to the small kitten crawling up on his lap then, seeking attention. ] This world is difficult to understand for me still. To feel these things... I have never felt them before and I suppose I worry that I am not doing something right.
But I suppose I also worry that I am seeking something that is not meant for me. Because that is not what I was assigned to do.
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