A few years maturing would probably do Seifer some good; it certainly had helped Squall. Not that Squall had exactly become Mr. Charming and Well Adjusted, but he also wasn't curled up in his bed in the fetal position. Nor did he have any urge to stab Seifer in the face.
He focused instead on making a smooth rectangular cube from the block of wood. A plain table seemed like the best place to start with the craft.
"I started working on it when I got here. There is only so much monster hunting I can do." And Garden hadn't trained them for much more. The creatures here weren't even monsters. They had some special powers, and some of them were aggressive, but none of them were that dangerous. Of course, neither of them have their gunblades, so that did make fighting more difficult.
Part of Squall wondered if that comment opened himself up to Seifer's criticism about his skill. But he let it be.
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He focused instead on making a smooth rectangular cube from the block of wood. A plain table seemed like the best place to start with the craft.
"I started working on it when I got here. There is only so much monster hunting I can do." And Garden hadn't trained them for much more. The creatures here weren't even monsters. They had some special powers, and some of them were aggressive, but none of them were that dangerous. Of course, neither of them have their gunblades, so that did make fighting more difficult.
Part of Squall wondered if that comment opened himself up to Seifer's criticism about his skill. But he let it be.