[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated Ballroom located on the second floor
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He immediately rushes over after the message on the intercom and slicks his hair as he walks in. Got to look good and sweet for the hot hunks, after all.]
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[Goose turned around, saw Grell's outfit, and just...
What. What. What.]
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Something, I guess. Not red?
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[Does he even want to know?]
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[That guy has gooooood taste. Just not in women.]
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[His taste is just fine, birdbrain!]
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[He was almost going to call her bitch, but ugh, she'd probably pull a chainsaw on him. In the dance.]
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[She probably would.
A bit disheartening that they aren't on better terms. She did like Goose. But an enemy is just as good as a friend. She shrugs casually.]
I've said my peace, and I'd rather not be shot again, so enjoy the dance, Goose. [Gives one last look of disdain, mixed with another emotion before turning to leave.]
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[Whaaaaaat. He wasn't even planning on that at all, eesh.
It actually... is a shame, though. Goose would have been fine with Grell if she wasn't so psychotic. Her personality otherwise was fine, though, and her hair was pretty bitchin'.
He just slumped his shoulders in what felt to him like defeat and lazily waved.] Eh. You, too.
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