Room 421, Saturday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Okay, last night had been wonderful. The dance, seeing her friends, and staying way, way too late in Squall's room.

She'd been tempted to sleep over. She'd been tempted to ... well. Do other things. She'd chickened out on both.

And now, Rinoa was fast asleep, bundled up in warm covers. Maybe she wouldn't get out of bed until noon.

(yeah that won't happen. expecting a wee one and possibly others, and open to boot!)

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[angelo_wings]

"Of course I do," Rinoa said smoothly. And she did. How could she not? "But I'm gonna ask all kinds of silly questions, since I don't know anything about you yet, and I need you to be honest with me, okay?"

Er. While she was at it ...

"Like what your name is. I bet it's pretty."

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

"Syllllllllllllllvie," she said. "It's the prettiest name ever."

[angelo_wings]

"It is," Rinoa agreed. "Now Mommy needs to get dressed, and --"

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

"Angelo!!!" Sylvie pushed herself off her mom's lap so she could tackle the bestest dog ever. Who was, in Sylvie's time, kind of old and moved a lot slower, but still the bestest dog ever.

[angelo_wings]

Annnnnd Sylvie would amuse herself, with Angelo.

Angelo, for her part, sniffed Sylvie a few times, glanced at Rinoa, and then settled in to be tackled and fussed over. Maybe Angelo could smell they were related, somehow. Or maybe she just had a fondness for spoiled princesses.