Apartment Above Groovy Tunes, Thursday Night

[angelo_wings]

"Squall!" Rinoa was in a mood today. Everything she kept saying was coming out wrong. She hadn't pieced together exactly what Fandom was doing, but it was making her cranky. Plus it was cold out, which was hardly his fault but it was certainly aggravating her mood.

"Where are you?" she asked, setting down the bags of shopping she'd brought in with her. "I'm in an awful mood, and I want to pick a fight with you!"

Dammit. Fandom was making her talk like a crazy person.

(First thread is for the Knight, but if anyone else wants to stop in, FEEL FREE. Bring your popcorn...)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"We're... not engaged?" Squall asked. They were going to spend the rest of their lives side by side. It was sort of implied. Did she really need him to go through the whole stupid rigmarole of giving her a ring and formally asking... Oh. Right. Of course she did.

Squall facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. I was wondering why you hadn't planned the wedding yet."

[angelo_wings]

"You thought we were engaged?" Rinoa was now staring at her not-fiance, wondering when he hit his head. "You never asked! I don't have a ring! You never mentioned a wedding to me, not once! How was I supposed to --"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I... didn't really think about it," Squall admitted. "So long as we're together, that's good enough for me. I'm not sure how a ceremony is going to change anything. Now that I am thinking about it, though, I realize I should have proposed a while ago."

...

"You do have a ring, already," Squall pointed out. "My ring. I think it's romantic."

[angelo_wings]

"The ring I stole?" Rinoa was now gaping at Squall. "The ring I stole from you, and you let me keep because it was too much of a bother, but you totally treated me like a stalker about. Before we were even dating or anything. That ring?"

That did not count as an engagement ring in any sense of the word whatsoever, Squall.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall shrugged. "It's not an engagement ring, but it is a ring. You said you didn't have a ring, and that was wrong." Or whatever.

"I like that you have it."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was going to sit down and inhale, and then exhale, slowly.

Right. Squall was bad at this.

"I do not have a ring that I wear, on my finger, that you gave me as a promise of our engagement," she said. "Griever does not count. I like that I have it, too. But I also have my mother's ring on the same chain as yours, and I'm not married to her, either."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall nodded. He was bad at this.

"I didn't realize you were upset by this," he said. "And now I'm not sure how best to fix it. I don't want you to think I'm only proposing because you asked me to, so I need to wait. But if I wait too long, you'll think I've forgotten. I don't know what the optimal length of time is."

One thing was certain -- he was going to start ring shopping tomorrow.

[angelo_wings]

"From your last statement, it sounds as though you are hoping I will pull out a calendar and select an optimal date for you," Rinoa said. "I am going to refuse to do that, and instead have histrionics based on the supposition that you are refusing to do any work towards this engagement. I would be tempted to imply that you must not be terribly inclined towards our marriage, if you cannot put such effort in, but we both know that would be untrue, so I cannot."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"That's unusually clear and straightforward of you to say," Squall observed. "It makes it easier for me to understand. I am, of course, going to put effort in. Now that I know you want me to propose to you, I'm going to make sure that I do it in the most romantic way possible."

...He'd have to read up on the subject.