Partner? What were they, private detectives now? Rinoa gave Squall a bit of a questioning look, as she scooted a bit farther away from the decidedly discomforting clown-person. The rest of the crowd seemed to have dispersed, leaving just the three of them standing there. And while she felt weird standing on top of a ski slope chatting, it was as good a place as any she supposed.
"Squall, this is Snow! He saved my life back in Luca when we got separated during the festival attack." She said proudly. "And Snow, this is Squall. He's the one I was telling you about when we checked in". She told him, before mentally worrying that that might make Squall look a little bad. She'd been pretty upset with him before Quistis' phone call.
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Date: 2010-08-10 04:57 pm (UTC)"Squall, this is Snow! He saved my life back in Luca when we got separated during the festival attack." She said proudly. "And Snow, this is Squall. He's the one I was telling you about when we checked in". She told him, before mentally worrying that that might make Squall look a little bad. She'd been pretty upset with him before Quistis' phone call.