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Squall was NOT happy. He'd spent the past two days walking around the island. He'd talked to (NPC) shopkeepers, and waiters, and deliverypeople, and passers-by. He'd been friendly. He'd made small talk. He'd even, in the case of one overworked girl at Mooby Land, managed to be something almost approaching charmingNot only had it not gotten him ( Read more... )

Last night had been a long and exciting one, especially the parts that took place in Squall's room. This morning, Squall had inexplicably woken up early and he was trying carefully to not wake up Rinoa. Lying in bed at staring at the ceiling -- one of Squall's most frequently indulged hobbies -- was much more enjoyable with a pretty girl snuggled ( Read more... )

Squall and Rinoa had had a wonderful time at the New Year's party last night (although handwavey, because their muns were having a wonderful time without laptops). Maybe Rinoa had been a little preoccupied the whole time, but Squall wasn't really sure, because he had spent the entire evening arguing with himself in the back of his head about ( Read more... )

Squall sat on his bed and stared at his phone. After everything that had happened, with the world ending, he really wanted to talk to Sis. Needed to, really. But if he called her, she'd make him talk to Laguna -- his father -- and he didn't want to. So he stared at the phone. Oh, yeah, this was healthy.

(For one, and headed NWS.)

Squall carried the last of the boxes into Rinoa's room and stacked it on top of the others with relief. They were HEAVY. Inside the boxes were thousands upon thousands of files, the criminal records of the entire country of Galbadia, and Rinoa's father was entrusting her with them so that she could determine who was or wasn't justly imprisoned. ( Read more... )

( Squall had tried to sleep last night, he really had... )

Squall began to awake gradually. The bed was hard underneath him, and his mind struggled to understand what was going on. He opened his eyes on a blurry visage of pink and yellow, which, when it swam into focus, became the smiling face of a blond girl dressed all in pink. "Hello!" she sang out cheerfully.

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Waiting for Rinoa when she got back from class was a bouquet of a dozen white roses in a beautiful crystal vase.

( And a note )

Squall lay in bed and watched the blinking red light on his phone. On, off, on, off, desperately trying to get his attention. Well, it had his attention; he just wasn't going to do anything about it ( Read more... )