Room 421, Thursday Evening

[angelo_wings]

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

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[whateverknight]

She wasn't going to have any luck on at least one person not realizing it was her birthday. Especially not when that person was worried about her, had a pretty good idea what was going on, and had heard on the radio that she'd talked to Professor Skywalker.

Squall loomed in her doorway and rapped on the open door.

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa looked up, frowned, and then tried her best to smile, instead.

"Hey," she said. "How've you been?"

Since they hadn't seen each other in a few days. Which totally wasn't because she was avoiding him or anything.

Angelo, for her part, was leaping off the bed and crowding around Squall. Squall! Squall! Hey, Squall! Squall should come in. Yes? Please?

[whateverknight]

Squall gave Angelo half a smile and skritched her head. "Hey," he said, to both her and Rinoa. "I've been okay," he answered. "How have YOU been?"

Other than bad, and fighting off possession. He appreciated that she needed space, but she was going to have to talk to him at some point.

[angelo_wings]

Angelo caught Squall's sleeve between her teeth and tugged. He should come in! He should fix Rinoa. Yes? Please? He was the fixer-guy. Yes?

"Angelo," Rinoa said, her tone reproachful. "Don't hurt his jacket."

Hey, look, that let her duck the question.