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fandomtownies2011-10-01 10:19 pm
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Mooby Land, Saturday Afternoon
So. Squall's father had come for Parents' Weekend, again.
Squall still thought he was a moron, but he had gained some grudging respect for the man. Plus, he was trying to be nicer to people. So they were going out to lunch together, to talk. Somewhere not too formal -- it was just going to be a casual sort of thing.
Perhaps Mooby Land hadn't been the best of choices. Still, it was something, right?
"Are you enjoying your hamburger?" Squall asked.
(For the guest, but Mooby Land is open for all your dining needs.)
Squall still thought he was a moron, but he had gained some grudging respect for the man. Plus, he was trying to be nicer to people. So they were going out to lunch together, to talk. Somewhere not too formal -- it was just going to be a casual sort of thing.
Perhaps Mooby Land hadn't been the best of choices. Still, it was something, right?
"Are you enjoying your hamburger?" Squall asked.
(For the guest, but Mooby Land is open for all your dining needs.)