[Well this box is definitely a surprise. When Lightning is sure that no one is looking, she snatches the box up from the porch and brings it inside, taking it with her up into her room where she promptly closes the door. It's not the first time someone's left her a box in this manner and she doesn't find it suspicious at all.
She opens it, and what she finds inside makes her snort out loud. The bright pink colour, the stitching on the sleeves and upon unfolding it, the two gunblades clashing on the back...
Lightning laughs again and slides it on over her shirt. It fits just right, almost as if it had come from someone who knows her well. A friend, perhaps?
Whatever Squall is doing at the time, he'll suddenly receive a tiny little shock through his crystal -- it carries the same kind of tickle he might be familiar with. That's it. That's all she sends. It's her own way of saying thank you. And perhaps teasing him a little for the gunblades on the sweater.]
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She opens it, and what she finds inside makes her snort out loud. The bright pink colour, the stitching on the sleeves and upon unfolding it, the two gunblades clashing on the back...
Lightning laughs again and slides it on over her shirt. It fits just right, almost as if it had come from someone who knows her well. A friend, perhaps?
Whatever Squall is doing at the time, he'll suddenly receive a tiny little shock through his crystal -- it carries the same kind of tickle he might be familiar with. That's it. That's all she sends. It's her own way of saying thank you. And perhaps teasing him a little for the gunblades on the sweater.]