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[solidbarrels]

characters: transient_lion; open
location: Some random street, some random place.
time: Night
rating: PG, subject to change
open/closed: open
summary: After a recent victory against something he didn't think he'd see again, Squall's just wandering around and contemplating... trust issues? o_o;;;

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[yamada_hanatro]

Hanatarou was tired.

His spirit energy was really low because of healing alot of people during the day...and there are still more to heal. So he's currently taking a break, trying to save his energy pills for a later date.

He's sitting against one of the store walls, munching on a piece of bread. His zanpakuto is sitting next to him on the ground, and his bag is in his lap. He looks up and sighs, saying softly into the night, "I just got out of a war, only to get thrown into another," He looks down, "just my luck, and I don't have Captain Unohana to help..."

He just picks up his piece of bread and starts munching on it again.

[ooc: You can ignore me if you so wish.]

[solidbarrels]

Squall rolled a shoulder, considering of allowing his gunblade to disappear like it did when he didn't need it back during the Conflict before he decided against it. Even if there were no more battles to fight, there was no way he was allowing Revolver out of his sight. Not again, never again.

A glimpse of steel reflecting light and he glanced toward one of the stores, half-expecting an attack. Instead he found a boy (didn't look old enough to be a man, probably more like a teen than anything else) taking a break.

"That sword yours?"

[yamada_hanatro]

Hanatarou had just finished his piece of bread. At the question he jumped and yelpled softly, looking over towards where the voice was. He stared wide eyed, "y-yes, it's m-mine," he stuttered.

[solidbarrels]

"Relax," he scoffed, adjusting the balance of Revolver's placement on his shoulders. "If I wanted to attack you, I wouldn't have bothered asking a question." Squall rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.