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The park maybe...? Somewhere with a table if that's okay.

I'll be waiting, then.

See you then...

[ He takes a deep breath before leaving their connection to start gathering up his things to go. He didn't expect Cloche to forgive him right away. And maybe not even at all, but he was going to do his best to show her he appreciated her and his actions were completely wrong.

By the time Squall reached the park, he was probably a little late, but he wasn't coming empty handed though. He had a container filled with what looked to be messy but also yummy looking cupcakes. On top of the container was a small box as well.

He glanced around the park wondering if he'd notice her standing around.]

[She's been there for a little bit, and when she finally catches sight of him, she waves her hand over her head to catch his attention. What was it that he was holding...?

When he approaches, she examines him, the container, and the box curiously. If he was worried she was too angry, his fears can be lessened just a little: the Griever necklace is still around her neck, that hasn't gone anywhere.]

You took too long.

[ Ah... there she was. Slowly he made his way over, rubbing his neck a little. ]

I... made a miscalculation, it's fine.

[ He got lost.

He frowned thoughtfully, shifting so he could place the box and container down on the table where she was sitting. ]

You... made a miscalculation?

[O...kay...

Well, she does give a look over at the container and the box, and back at Squall.]

What are these?

Gifts... to show you my appreciation for you.

[ He clears his throat a little, finding it hard to look her in the eyes right now. ]

Look. I didn't mean what I said back there... The fog... was messing with my head and I said a lot of things I didn't mean. But I know I hurt you and I'm sorry.

I figured it was the fog.

[So she's not mad at him for that, in that sense... but it was what he had said that she didn't like and that had made her upset.]

If you act like that again, I won't forgive you. But do not call me 'princess' ever again.

[She doesn't want that distinction here, not now and not ever. She's basically one back home and she never asked for that title nor the ideal of it. Not that Squall knows it, but her warning should suffice... though she should actually tell him why at some point.]

You won't hear... that name coming out of my mouth ever again, I promise you.

[ He frowns even more, letting his head fall. The more he heard his voice the more he worried that she would never forgive him. They were friends, or so he thought anyway, but... to have her this angry at him, it was torture. ]

...

[She regards him for a moment, debating on what he should know and what she still wants to keep quiet.]

...Maiden of Mio. Or, I guess some call me the Maiden of Ruin. [She likes that name even less.] I was treated like I was royalty, and I didn't like it. So... I don't want to hear anything like that.

I get it... You're not some title that someone gave you. Cloche is Cloche. The only thing that you should be is what you want to be.

['Cloche is Cloche'... huh. She liked the sound of that. But!]

That's what you should be bowing your head in apology for, but you did go to the trouble of the cupcakes and to say sorry anyway...

[So he won't have to do that this time.]

That will do.

There's also a small little... gift too. Inside the box... it's not anything exciting.

You didn't have to get me a gift, the cupcakes were fine, you know.

[...but, well, he did go out of his way to get her something so... she picks up the box to open it to see what's inside.]

[ Inside the box she'll find a little card that Squall drew up just for her. He tilts his head to the side to avoid eye contact. ]

It's... a card of me?

[She's not too sure what it is, but it looks like he made it for her, and that's what counts here.]

There's this game back home... called Triple Triad. It's pretty popular and most of the cards are of monsters, but the rarer ones... are of important people. It's not quite the same, but... I thought it might be a fun to make you a card.

Then... you think I'm important?

[He didn't know about the Maiden thing until just now, so... she's going to look genuinely shocked about that.]

You are my friend after all... so you're important to me anyway.

[She looks at the card for a few moments, really studying it and letting his words really sink in. She doesn't take her eyes off of the card, knowing she'll probably cry if she does.]

I don't have many friends. I don't want to lose the friends I have, either.

I'm... not very good at making friends, but I know I don't want to lose you as one. And I'm working... on making sure I don't fall under some stupid whatever that was again.

Then... we're still friends. Right...?

[Because the idea of losing a friend over something stupid is upsetting.]

I still want to be your friend...

[It takes her a moment to where she can look up at him without getting upset, finally, and she speaks matter-of-factly as best she can.]

Then we're still friends. You've said sorry, and you've given me something as an apology too, so I accept and we're still friends. But next time I'll have to execute you.

[...

She shouldn't be saying that so casually.]

Execute me, huh?... I suppose that's fair.

My rapier isn't just for show, you know.

[...yes it is. She can't really use it but look threatening with it. But that's what she's doing now, it's fine. :')]

Maybe some time you can show me how it works then. On something else other than me that is.

...

Maybe. But only if you ask nicely.

[She says that, but she's trying to hide a smile. Yeah, they're all right again.]

I'll have to start practicing my manners then.

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