grievers

          Only a dwarf smile with a vague shake of the head. ❝ You know, I thought the same thing, too, at first— about mine. ❞ Knuckles find their way against the curve of her hip, chuckle inevitably FORCED from her mouth, breaking the awkward silence. ❝ Face it, Squall. You’re popular now—– Better get used to it.  ❞  

             ✗ – (get used to it? whatever.) that was the last thing he needed. “i’d rather not.” while he refused to be referred to as some kind of memory, he didn’t exactly want to be in any kind of a spotlight. at least the triple triad craze had its own circuit that was relatively closed off to those uninterested in the game. he’s played his fair share of hands, but it’s not exactly a hobby of pleasure.