fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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Ooo! Look! A new friend to make.

"You look like someone who could use a s'more," Dandelion said with authority and spread her arms out. "C'mon. Huggies!"

Squall didn't get up. "No."

Look, he barely let RINOA touch him, okay?

"If it makes you uncomfortable we'll just bro-hug," Dandelion offered cheerily. "I'm good at back slapping and stepping away with an uncomfortable look."

Squall glared at her some more. "No."

...Of course, if she walked over and forcibly hugged him, he wouldn't stop her.

Dandelion didn't like that extra glare. Oh no.

"Are you trying to insinuate something?" she growled.

Squall shrugged. "Whatever."

(I just don't like to be touched.)

Oh no. She was not going to be shrugged off.

"Are you calling me some kind of VIKING?" she demanded.

Yeah, that would be all in her head there.

"No, I'm not," Squall grumbled. "I don't even know what that is."

"Good," she said with a warning wave of her finger. "I would hate to use DEADLY FORCE. I'm completely authorized you know."

Yeeeaaaaah. So not authorized and so not having anything remotely deadly.

That got a smirk.

"So am I."

(You don't want to mess with me.)

"Do yoooou work for the secret government agency too?" she asked suspiciously. "Because you're not supposed to talk about it."

"I'm a SeeD," Squall told her. "It's not secret."

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