Footsteps rang through the empty hallways of the school.

( SKWAL CAN HAZ FRENDZ? )

For the moment, Squall was avoiding a certain completely-lacking-in-moral-values roommate. And he'd continue to avoid her until he stopped caring. Probably tomorrow. But, for the moment, that meant he was getting drunk in his office instead of his living room.

So there was Squall, in his office. A-yup. Having office hours.

That bug climbing the wall over there was reeeeeaally interesting.

Yep.

Squall was at his desk, more or less. He had to be around for the parents, didn't he? His forehead rested on the smooth, cold wood, and he very stoically didn't moan. In front of him was a glass of the foul mixture of Antidote, raw egg, orange juice, and fresh garlic that Zell swore by. Next to that was a bottle of hair of the dog, courtesy of ( Read more... )

There was Squall, asleep, sprawled in his chair. He was snoring and drooling, but managed to make it look ruggedly cool.

Oh, and there were quite a large number of empty wine cooler bottles scattered across the desk.

He shifted position and kicked a few bottles onto the floor.

BUT, he was here for any students who happened by! Really!

Squall had tricked out his office with all of the essentials ( Read more... )

Squall had been exploring the new school, because hey, whatever, when he happened across a door with his name on it. He hadn't thought he'd like the idea of an office -- his last office was way too big, and intimidating, and full of responsibility -- but as long as his office wasn't the one with "Principal" on the door, it felt... pretty good ( Read more... )