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Thunfish · 2022-09-25, 07:08 PM - Word count:

Inside his living room, Squall was now faced by Jiro. As far as he knew, Jiro was a nice person, he had been in a relationship with the centre-back's best friend and had never had any ill feelings towards himself, which was entirely reciprocal. Still, Vercetti had to be blunt about some things... Squall: Jiro, don't you have anyone else you'd instead use to test your process in regards to "popping the question"? Jiro flopped back on the couch, cracking in annoyance and anxiousness. Jiro: I can't! It's too difficult and too important of a question for me to trust it with anyone else. Squall: Well, that's the goddamn point, ain't it? Jiro: You're the best person for this, sir. You're the only one that wouldn't laugh at this. Squall: Yes. Because I'm too annoyed to find it funny. Besides, how hard could that be? It's Ginger, she loves you and you love her. Jiro: Don't you have anyone that you feel like that, Squall? Squall tapped his chin and shrugged. Squall: Afraid not. Jiro: ...Wait, for real? Squall: I'm too busy with soccer. Jiro: And before that? Squall: Too busy living. Jiro: For love? Squall: For pretty much everything, Jiro. You probably went to school, studied a lot, played games, read books and went on field trips. I was bouncing between the orphanage, the road and the... ahem... "reformation centre". Jiro sighed in defeat. Jiro: I guess that explains your lack of... well, everything. Squall: Glad that you reminded me, yes. No wonder I care so much about soccer now, it's the only thing I genuinely have. And truth to be told, when you have something you really like... well, you don't let it go away. Ever. He rubbed his chin, shrugging. Squall: That's all I got from my time here, at least. You should probably think the same. Jiro: I... I guess so. Thanks, man. Squall: No worries. Just make Ginger happy and it'll be fine. Jiro took a deep breath, even more so when the door opened and Ginger arrived. It was now or never.