Squall had been lost within his own thoughts when Glenn approached him. He finished his glass of wine and set the empty glass down before shaking Glenn's hand. "Squall Leonhart, Commander of Balamb Garden."
Drawing his hand away, he crossed his arms across his chest, leaning back against the railing of the balcony. "Dimensional travel?" he asked, raising a questioning brow. "What makes you think I would know anything about it?" He had been to other worlds on his travels, but the warping of dimensions? That was something beyond him.
"You mentioned a someone your friends know? Do they have a name? I shall help if I am able..."
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Date: 2009-12-23 10:08 pm (UTC)Drawing his hand away, he crossed his arms across his chest, leaning back against the railing of the balcony. "Dimensional travel?" he asked, raising a questioning brow. "What makes you think I would know anything about it?" He had been to other worlds on his travels, but the warping of dimensions? That was something beyond him.
"You mentioned a someone your friends know? Do they have a name? I shall help if I am able..."