For a moment, Squall studied them, glance near-ciritcal. Calculating. For all the time he'd spent learning diplomacy, regardless of not really having the nuances for it, he'd never really imagined himself in this situation. SeeD couldn't really be much better, all things considered, right? Not everyone viewed mercenaries as much better than terrorists, either.
If Cloud had a good explanation, who was he to argue?
Lips pressed into a thin line, the young man politely shook Cloud's hand, grip firm, working in his mind what he wanted to say. "Squall Leonhart, Commander of SeeD." It was better than nothing. And the title fell, clipped, and cold. Squall didn't have a liking for it, but it seemed universally understood.
His head tipped slightly over to the blond next to him. "Quistis Trepe, my Second-In-Command." The princess of Wutai, too? Guess these guys mean business. Not that Squall had expected anything less. He actually had a rather distinct gut-feeling about it.
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Date: 2010-04-13 03:36 am (UTC)If Cloud had a good explanation, who was he to argue?
Lips pressed into a thin line, the young man politely shook Cloud's hand, grip firm, working in his mind what he wanted to say. "Squall Leonhart, Commander of SeeD." It was better than nothing. And the title fell, clipped, and cold. Squall didn't have a liking for it, but it seemed universally understood.
His head tipped slightly over to the blond next to him. "Quistis Trepe, my Second-In-Command." The princess of Wutai, too? Guess these guys mean business. Not that Squall had expected anything less. He actually had a rather distinct gut-feeling about it.