Mood(ier) Than Usual

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Who: Squall Leonhart and the bubble
Where: A coffee shop in the plaza
When: Morning
Style: Starting in action, feel free to change
Status: Open

[He could not get over it. Squall simply could not get over it. This murder fiasco left him with overwhelming guilt and a feeling of uselessness.

Squall hates feeling useless. And when he tried owning up to his failure, people kept trying to comfort and coddle him. And he couldn't understand why people wouldn't just accept his apologies.

Why is this so much harder than it should be?

Eventually, he stopped trying, needing some time to cool off and feel miserable in peace, so he headed for a coffee shop he visited fairly frequently. Unfortunately for him, the only available seating was outside. The shop had started serving a seasonal blend with pumpkin and spice, business was booming.

And as such, Squall is currently seated at an outdoor table with a pumpkin spice coffee in hand, and he is positively radiating negativity.

Talk to him? Or just ask how that coffee tastes, that's good too.]

Comments

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[He has to think about this.]

...maybe.

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You don't know?

[That's . . . not really a clear answer. Not that she's all too surprised.]

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[It's a non committal answer.]

Sometimes it's hard for me to tell if I feel better or not.

[teradine]

. . . Fair enough.

[Feelings are difficult and Argilla knows this. Though she's come to handle hers quite well, for not being used to them at all.]

What happened isn't something to be taken lightly . . . so it'll take some time. No matter how quickly others want you to move on.

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I just want them to stop telling me it's not my fault.

[He's heard it so many times and it's bull.]

It just isn't that simple.

[teradine]

[He really does blame himself, doesn't he . . . ?

Argilla doesn't. Though after what he's said, she isn't about to say that aloud. She simply stays quiet, because she can't exactly disagree, either. It isn't simple. Not at all.]

Do you intend to punish yourself?

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[He doesn't know. He was seriously thinking about resigning from the DF, but Serph is clearly not accepting that.]

Not anymore.

[teradine]

. . . Good.

[She senses something of Serph's influence in those words, though she doesn't know it for sure.]

Rinoa -- I don't think that's what she'd want.

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[Rinoa? She doesn't understand.]

Whatever.

[teradine]

[Rinoa doesn't? Argilla? Maybe neither of them do; he might be right. But still, his dismissive tone is almost insulting.]

'Whatever?'

[No, really. She doesn't know what that means.]

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[Whatever can mean a lot of things. It all depends on the context. Sometimes it means he doesn't care or sometimes he uses it to say yes in a detached way. In this case though?]

...it's something I say when I don't know how to reply.

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Ah.

[When he doesn't know how to reply, huh. She feels like this is something that may come in handy, so she'll just quietly file that away for future reference.]

. . . That's all right. Perhaps it isn't my place to say anything anyway.

[Especially not when Serph has already done so.]