A/N: Okay, sad one will be next chapter? Lol, came up with this the other day and just wrote it out all in one sitting. That's pretty rare for me! But yes, Laguna would so be the type of parent to do this XD

Also one of the rare times you'll get really young Squall, I'd estimate him at 3 at the most here!

Enjoy a guest appearance by the ever stoic Kiros btw!

Title: Artwork

Words: 447

"Squall….what are you doing?"

The young toddler looked up from where he was crouched in front of the living room wall, alarm showing on his face as he realized he was caught. Guiltily he dropped the crayon that had been clutched in his tiny hand and tried his best to hide his mess with his body, which was rather ineffectual given his small stature. Behind him, spanning as high as he could reach on his tippy toes, were dozens of looping swirling lines of varying color. Squall had discovered how well crayon worked on the walls.

Instead of reprimanding Squall though Laguna just walked over and assessed it for a moment, hand at his chin as he hummed thoughtfully.

"Quite well done, if I say so myself."

Squall looked up surprised before a smile burst across his face at the praise. He stepped back though when his father suddenly crouched down and plucked up the crayon that he had dropped.

"Blue huh? Not bad!" He then handed Squall back the crayon before shuffling through the others that were scattered around, a large grin on his face. He carefully selected two more before holding them up before his son.

"Red…..or purple?"

A tilt of the head as Squall raised questioning eyes up to his dad, not quite understanding where the man was going with this.

"….what for?"

"Why….for my addition to this masterpiece!"

A moment of stunned silence before he brightened, beaming up at his father before enthusiastically pointing to the purple one. Soon father and son were side by side, attacking the wall with vivid strokes of random colors and having the time of their lives. Having so much fun of course, that neither heard the knock at the door. Nor did they hear someone letting themselves in soon after.

"Laguna…..dare I ask what it is you two are doing?"

The two froze before turning around and facing the newcomer with twin guilty faces. Laguna glanced down at Squall for a moment, Squall mirroring the look before he spread his arms out wide and exclaimed happily.

"We were…..creating!"

With a high pitched giggle, Squall tried his best to imitate his father with his tiny arms splayed out to the sides.

"Cweating!"

Kiros just face palmed, having sadly gotten used to coming over to increasingly odd situations at his best friend's house.

The mural that to some rare few might be called modern art but to most would just be called trash, stayed up for quite a few years until Kiros finally managed to convince Laguna to paint over it. It would still be immortalized though in the dozens of photos Laguna had taken of it, of course.