Re: Living Room
Quistis looked over at the young boy, part of her already categorizing him like she would any of Garden's youngest members. Only she didn't need to sit back and let him puzzle things out on his own here. She shifted sideways on the couch, enough to give the boy room for a seat.
"You can sit here, there's a place to put the plate," she pointed at the end table, "and room for you and your... plush." She wasn't sure what the animal he carried was, but she remembered most of the younger cadets had one for a few years.
She then reached over to resume running her fingers in Squall's hair. It felt a bit personal, but Squall did seems to... like it.