Room 421, Monday Evening, Pre-Date, Unless It's Canceled, Rinoa's Not Clear On That One

There were so many things to stress about, right now, if you were Rinoa, anyway. (And she happened to be Rinoa. That was how these things went.)

Firstly, she kind of had a date. Not kind of. Actually had one. She hadn't told Ariel about it (was she going to mind? she had Bruce, right?) or Squall (who was definitely going to mind, but that was his problem and not hers). And secondly, she was still a boy.

Were dates canceled if you were currently in the wrong gender entirely? What if your date was? What if your date wasn't? She hadn't seen Christian. Maybe he was still a guy.

She wasn't entirely sure what she should be hoping for, at this point. But she got ready anyway, thanks to some fairly nice looking clothes she'd gotten handwavily at the store downtown. She might be a boy for a while, and she might be a boy who had a date in the meantime, so it couldn't hurt to look her best.

Don't mind the fidgeting.

(for the girl-shaped-boy-date, but can be totes open before he shows up, esp if the roomie wants to chat!)