To stay or not to stay...
Who: Quistis, anyone else!
What: SeeD ball
When: Saturday!
Where: The Quad
Status: Open
Some foolish, girly part of Quistis had prompted her to leave her hair down and curl it. Now that she'd stepped into the Quad, however, she was starting to have second thoughts. If she hurried back to her dorm, she could grab a clip and put it up. She had to wear her SeeD uniform anyway, so it really had been silly of her to give into the urge.
"God, what was I thinking?" She muttered to herself, hand on the door.
What would everyone think? That she had likely gone temporarily insane. Quistis was neat, professional. She didn't attempt to look any different from any other SeeD. This was a ball, yes, and she couldn't wear a dress, but that didn't mean she needed to do her hair.
Or are you just too afraid to be different, to let go of the safety net and live a little? She taunted herself.
"This is stupid," she snapped at herself, irritated. So was talking aloud, but that apparently wasn't stopping her from doing it.
Steeling herself against the urge to turn around and flee to her room, she forced herself to take a few more steps into the room. People were talking, busy with their dates or others. They weren't paying any attention to her. She was being overly-vigilant, something better suited to a SeeD mission, not a dance.
Blowing out a breath, she straightened the hem of her SeeD jacket, whether it needed it or not, and veered toward the refreshments. It was the perfect distraction.
What: SeeD ball
When: Saturday!
Where: The Quad
Status: Open
Some foolish, girly part of Quistis had prompted her to leave her hair down and curl it. Now that she'd stepped into the Quad, however, she was starting to have second thoughts. If she hurried back to her dorm, she could grab a clip and put it up. She had to wear her SeeD uniform anyway, so it really had been silly of her to give into the urge.
"God, what was I thinking?" She muttered to herself, hand on the door.
What would everyone think? That she had likely gone temporarily insane. Quistis was neat, professional. She didn't attempt to look any different from any other SeeD. This was a ball, yes, and she couldn't wear a dress, but that didn't mean she needed to do her hair.
Or are you just too afraid to be different, to let go of the safety net and live a little? She taunted herself.
"This is stupid," she snapped at herself, irritated. So was talking aloud, but that apparently wasn't stopping her from doing it.
Steeling herself against the urge to turn around and flee to her room, she forced herself to take a few more steps into the room. People were talking, busy with their dates or others. They weren't paying any attention to her. She was being overly-vigilant, something better suited to a SeeD mission, not a dance.
Blowing out a breath, she straightened the hem of her SeeD jacket, whether it needed it or not, and veered toward the refreshments. It was the perfect distraction.