Squall was sitting on the couch reading his book when his father walked through the door. His eyebrow rose when he realized that his parental figure was mad, something that hardly happened at all.
"Are you ok?" he asked the older man.
Squall shivered as a pair of green eyes locked onto his own pale blue. The look he saw in those eyes wasn't what he expected.
Squall knew what to expect now. So he marked his place in the book, stood up, and smoothly walked across the room to where his father was standing, the older man watching his every move.
They both stood there watching the other waiting for the other to move. And as quick as lighting Laguna moved forward and lifted Squall from the ground. The younger man flew through the air until he landed on a pair of strong shoulders.
"You be good my boy, or I might just have to punish you."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"