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 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)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

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.