[ Squall scowls Laguna's way and turns on his heel. His hands were still clenched up and if this were a cartoon he would have smoke coming from his ears. He didn't want to hear these words anymore. He just didn't. They were too nice, but they meant nothing. Laguna had so many years to try this, and something told him if they were back home he'd never tell him there either. He just kept making himself angrier and angrier. ]
You're going to have to do better than pretty words old man.
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You're going to have to do better than pretty words old man.
[ And on that note he was outta here. ]