Henry woke up in a state of confusion this morning -- he wasn't used to sleeping in a normal, comfortable bed.

He'd been on a lot of Boy Scout camping trips lately, that was all. And maybe he'd get to go on an exciting archaeological adventure with his father sometime.

...No, now he remembered. He was in Fandom.

[Establishy. Squall is Not-Yet ( Read more... )

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Rinoa had insisted, a lot, and it seemed to mean a lot to her, so Squall had gotten Seifer a birthday / Christmas present. He hadn't GIVEN it to Seifer yet, though, mainly because that would involve talking to him ( 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.)

Someone had called, but Squall didn't recognize the number, so he let it go to voicemail. When he got around to listening to the message the person had left, though ( Read more... )

Squall's normal routine of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling was interrupted by the dog lying next to him jumping up and scratching at the door with a whimper.

He raised his head to look at Angelo questioningly. He'd untied the ribbons in her fur, bathed her, brushed her, fed her, and petted her yesterday after Rinoa had sent her to him, ( Read more... )

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... )

Watch out, glitter -- Squall had a hand-held vacuum cleaner, and he wasn't afraid to use it ( Read more... )

Squall had spent his first night back from Timber sleeping in Rinoa's room, so it wasn't until last night that he made it back to his own bed.

Which meant it wasn't until this morning when he woke up that he noticed he was all pink and glitteryHe brushed off as much as he could, and some more came off in the shower, but there was going to be ( Read more... )