Room 421, Saturday Morning
Feb. 12th, 2011 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelo_wingsOkay, 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!)
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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Date: 2011-02-12 09:15 pm (UTC)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.