Taejin Mission 017: Silent Knife | Hope and Squall
“You have got to be kidding me…”
The stable hand flinched under the weight of Squall’s dissatisfaction, and whimpered something inaudible before scampering away with an apologetic dip of his head.
He should have expected it, really, with the out of the ordinary silence as they’d approached the Chocobo stables, but this was beyond ridiculous. How on Pulse was it possible that there was only one rideable Chocobo left?!
Squall shook his head tiredly, the haze of sleep still fogging up his thoughts. He had been working himself to exhaustion every night recently, to avoid the thoughts that came as he lay in bed before falling asleep. The thoughts that had come about, partially because of the silver-haired man standing at his side now.
He couldn’t help but curse his luck mentally. Of course HQ always had the best timing. It had been said that the two would be put on a mission together, but that decision had never been followed up upon, until now. Squall moved towards the supply stall and grabbed a huge bag of feed, loading it onto the bird’s saddlebags with an unreleased sigh.
Having to share a Chocobo between the two of them could only extend the length of an already long journey, and Squall was a little thankful that they had been informed at their paging that the mission would most likely be an overnight one. It saved him the trouble of going back to his house and grabbing his jacket. He looked toward Hope and hoped the other was sufficiently garbed as well.
An overnight mission with Hope…The idea was nerve-wracking for Squall, who could only hope that he wouldn’t do anything that would chase the other man away. He couldn’t let the other too close, he reminded himself, or Hope would be snatched out of his life as well.
Adjusting his jacket which he had taken to tying at his waist under the sweltering afternoon sun, Squall fiddled with the newest addition to his standard garb, a sheathe for his newly created weapon on his left, in addition to the loose holster for his standard gunblade on the right. He hadn’t been able to take it on a test run yet, having barely completed its construction that same morning, but he had confidence in the calculations he had made.
Turning to Hope, Squall could immediately feel his hard gaze softening, and some of the frustration dissipated as he smiled weakly at the other man, heart thumping furiously.
“Right. We’ll take turns riding this Chocobo, I guess? Your turn first.”
Despite his using of the word ‘turns’, Squall had every intention to let the silver-haired man spend a majority of his time in the saddle.