#leoluctum

 ❛--Feelin’ any older?❜

He’d rather not dither about the typical congratulations and celebrations that came with such a day, instead offering the mere acknowledgement of another year lived relatively successfully. It was meant as a subjective concept, of course; but the idea was easy to boil down into one fact: you’ve lived to see another cycle, happily or not. The latter certainly hadn’t been up to Cloud, nor was it something he had any particular understanding of-- for, as usual, he’d barely been around for much of it. 

It’s strange how absence makes the mind grow fonder.  (Didn’t that saying go a little differently?)

  ❛You sorta look it.❜ 

      The threats had very little to no effect on the blond; long prepared for the snark made in retaliation to his sudden demands. Of course, Seifer held no ounce of hesitation to do so, especially when someone literally needed to just yank Squall from behind his desk. Sometimes, he’s surprised that there weren’t actual chains & shackles that kept him there. The last ‘threat’ made already more or less announced that Squall had succumbed to the order & is well on his way to the hangar. 

     Where the might Ragnarok lays awaiting its passengers --- yes, it took quite a deal for Seifer to outright prove he wasn’t going to cause havoc with it, thus the proud display of the keys ( his copy ) swinging around his index finger. ❝C’mon, Fujin has higher chances of setting something on fire over me this time.❞ his last message before he hung up. It wouldn’t take long anyway before the Commander showed up to find the blond resting up against the airship --- just part of a surprise he had placed together.