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Rinoa Heartilly ([personal profile] angelo_wings) wrote2011-03-03 06:27 pm

Room 421, Thursday Evening

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 Professor Skywalker, but the lack of sleep was getting to her. Everything was turning a bit gray and colorless. And the rest ... the rest, she was trying her hardest not to think about. There didn't seem to be a solution, yet.

There was a card on her desk, and she recognized the handwriting as being her father's. She didn't open it yet. She wasn't all that interested in whatever he had to say. Probably just a card with money stuck inside.

Rinoa stretched out on her bed and tried to read. Angelo whuffed a few times before curling up by her feet.

(door and post both open)

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Squall shrugged. "Even if the options are bad, there are still options."

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he wasn't going to be logical about THAT. "No, you won't! We'll find another way!" He'd carried her halfway across the world. He'd jumped after her into outer space. He'd FIND a way to get to Ultimecia.

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I won't let that happen," Squall insisted. That was the end of it, and there wasn't going to be any more discussion on the matter. "She won't use you."

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
She was right. Dammit, she was right. "Only as a last resort," he told her. "One we won't need to use. We're going to beat her before then."