Rinoa was bored. And so tired of paperwork. She was nearly done, she could see the end of it, but she just couldn't power through it.

Time for some boredom-inspired text messages. Most of which were going to Squall. Okay, she thought they were going to Squall. And then she was going to sulk that he wasn't showing up right away and keep texting him ( Read more... )

This had not really been the best week Rinoa had had, exactly.

She had woken up on Saturday with a melodramatic case of amnesia, which she hadn't seemed able to spell. She'd gone looking for clues in the most wrong-headed manner possible. About the only sensible thing she had done was to turn herself into the clinic so someone could check her out ( Read more... )

( Time reasserts itself )

( Time compresses )

( A Conference Room in Balamb Garden )

This wasn't how Rinoa had hoped her birthday would go. She was usually spoiled enough to make a huge fuss of it, to hint for gifts or insist on a party. She didn't want a party, this year. She was hoping no one realized it was her birthday; then she wouldn't have to smile and laugh and play along.

Her shields were better, thanks to both Sookie and ( Read more... )

Rinoa was nervous, as she sat down on the edge of Sookie's bed. She was letting someone into her head. Willingly. The thought of it made her want to flee the room, in panic.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this had been her idea. Well. Sookie's, originally, but she'd been the one to seek her out about it, today. And if this helped ( Read more... )