Valentine was studying for his final final ( Read more... )

( Valentine was out of his room... )

Valentine was chasing the Really Useful Book around his bedroom, a pad of sticky notes in one hand, a sharpie in the other ( Read more... )

Valentine woke up in his own bed, quite secure in the notion that it was his own bed thank-you-very-much, smiled, stretched, and sat up ( Read more... )

Valentine was staring at his reflection in the window. It was funny how, after dark, with the lights on inside the way they were, he could see himself there, staring back, mask and all ( Read more... )

Valentine, for he was somewhat certain by this point that his name was indeed 'Valentine,' was sitting on what he was also somewhat certain was the edge of his own bed, looking at the papers littered upon his floor.

Everyone's faces were wrong. Detention had been very wrong. And he didn't have the slightest idea where he was or if perhaps it was ( Read more... )

"Well." Valentine sat cross-legged on his bed and studied the detention slip that he was assigned in today's Debating class. Granted, it meant that he would miss out on another potential hazy Saturday midmorning, but it wasn't about to stop him from spending his evening with Naminé, instead. "There are always Sundays ( Read more... )

Valentine took a seat on the floor and smiled at Naminé.

"So," he said, indicating that she join him on the floor (as floors are really quite comfortable places to be, honest), "let's take a look at that sketchbook of yours."

[For the girlfriend. Backdated due to extreme dual-wield availability suck. Or something.]

So, it had been a painfully long trek from the roof down to the second floor, but at least Valentine's lips had managed to sway his body into taking Namine away from the dance a little early and leaving his mind behind somewhere on the roof. It was all so much more interesting without his mind present, and he was somewhat certain that they had ( Read more... )

After Valentine's interesting attempt at making up for his last missed Mad Science class, he had retreated to his dorm room to ponder a career as a karaoke wedding singer. And, while the notion held its merits, however small they might have been, he ultimately decided to just stick with what he knew and work karaoke into his act somewhere down the ( Read more... )