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You would think that after an entire freaking year of not working at all, the portals at least would have the good sense to behave themselves. At least, Rinoa would think that, and Rinoa would be entirely wrong about it, because they'd been delayed six or seven times and stranded in some weird desert area for a good forty-five minutes for no real reason and she was just starting to worry that they were going to get trapped somewhere out in the multiverse and just stuck there forever when finally they were here.
Tramping through the familiar streets was at least improving her mood, if not curing it entirely. It had been a long day, okay!?
"If we're in the wrong Fandom somehow, I am going to burn this whole place to the ground," Rinoa threatened, as she dug out her phone in order to send a text.
SORRY SO LATE. We might be here. If this is a magical alternate universe, then I quit.
(squall modded with permission. for the knight and their host!)
Tramping through the familiar streets was at least improving her mood, if not curing it entirely. It had been a long day, okay!?
"If we're in the wrong Fandom somehow, I am going to burn this whole place to the ground," Rinoa threatened, as she dug out her phone in order to send a text.
SORRY SO LATE. We might be here. If this is a magical alternate universe, then I quit.
(squall modded with permission. for the knight and their host!)
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Date: 2014-02-15 05:30 am (UTC)Sure, Jono had asked them to text, and Rinoa had just done that, but Squall knocked on the door anyway. Because they had arrived, and he was tired.
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