—I’m having a bit of a trouble with my Butz muse lately. So tonight I’ll abandon this account until the weekend and hopefully I can figure out what’s up. I’m sorry if this causes any problems for the rest of you!

But, I have been more active on my Frioniel blog, and sometimes get on my Squall blog. You’ll most likely find me on Frioniel rather than Squall. If you still wanna RP with me(It’s okay if you don’t!), you can send a message to my other two accounts.

For now, I declare Butz on a mini-hiatus(hopefully not longer).

I’m sorry, and hope to see some people soon!

lighthorizon:

dawnxwanderer:

lighthorizon:

dawnxwanderer reblogged your post: dawnxwanderer started following you Oh..hello….

Butz Klauser! And you are?

I’m Xion.. -stares at him- 

…Yeah? Do you need something, Miss Xion?

Oh…uh, no nothing. It’s nice to meet someone new. That’s all.

You look a bit troubled. You all right?

(Source: beastiepox)

lighthorizon:

dawnxwanderer reblogged your post: dawnxwanderer started following you Oh..hello….

Butz Klauser! And you are?

I’m Xion.. -stares at him- 

…Yeah? Do you need something, Miss Xion?

(Source: strifetown)

derpymoogle:

I’ll stop bothering now. derp.

Its the last part.

sleepingxlionheart:

;;—dawnxwanderer

Standing ever so still, tranquil even. The gunblader comfortably held himself up with a gloved hand attached to the waist. In a somber focus, the male contemplated the adversity he was forced to endure in by obtaining his crystal and getting the hell out of dodge. Unaware at first of the identity of the intruder coming from just ahead, the taciturn slowly raised his head high—delivering a sharpened glare while stormy steels narrowed to heighten his focus on the target. 

(“..Oh, it’s just you again.”) “—..Klauser.”

It would seem that the mercenary didn’t know who he was facing at first. The wanderer didn’t know either as he caught the sight of the other from a distance. Running closer, he got a good look of the teen and the wanderer’s face brightens up. He slowed down as he got closer, letting a cheery smile appear on his face. Though he was greeted with one of Squall’s typical responses.

“Don’t be so formal, Squall!” the youth said, still grinning at the mercenary.