angelo_wings: ([art] fascinated and sharp)
Rinoa was bored. And so tired of paperwork. She was nearly done, she could see the end of it, but she just couldn't power through it.

Time for some boredom-inspired text messages. Most of which were going to Squall. Okay, she thought they were going to Squall. And then she was going to sulk that he wasn't showing up right away and keep texting him.

And some of her other friends: Seifer, Sookie, Jono. But mostly Squall.

No, she wasn't re-reading the texts to spot that autocorrect had gone haywire. Why?

(this is going to have many links added in, yes. mostly establishy, can totally be open.)
angelo_wings: ([sq] wispy hair kisses)
Rinoa had made it to class today. She had even gone to the Anarchist Club, at which point she had swiped the condoms and brought them back here.

She had been here ... pretty much since Friday, when she and Squall had failed utterly at going to the dance. The days were starting to blur together. Also, she was pretty sure today was Valentine's Day, which meant Squall hadn't gotten her a Valentine's Day gift, and sooner or later she was going to need to yell at him about that.

First things first.

"Did you know it's not just us?" she asked, stealing a moment to squeeze the words out while peeling off her shirt. "The sex thing. I thought you just looked extra-hot lately."

She hadn't really thought about it. Thinking had seemed counterproductive.

(OOC: this one's for the Knight only, and it's probably going to be NSFW so, so fast. I'm not sure if I'm back-for-good just yet but I'm dipping my toes in, at least.)
angelo_wings: ([ros] thx for the headache)
This had not really been the best week Rinoa had had, exactly.

She had woken up on Saturday with a melodramatic case of amnesia, which she hadn't seemed able to spell. She'd gone looking for clues in the most wrong-headed manner possible. About the only sensible thing she had done was to turn herself into the clinic so someone could check her out.

And then there was the part where she had slept with her ex-boyfriend. Which ... was not exactly bad so much as kind of seriously not good, exactly, what with them having sort of a messy relationship now, and her moving on, and blah blah blah.

And then there was finding out on Twitter that Seifer had also bedded Squall, aka, her current boyfriend, which had necessitated in her being really unpleasant to both of them, which was totally unfair, and then crying to Sookie, which ... meant she owed Sookie some candy or apologies or something?

Theeeeeeeen Seifer had trashed his room and she had worried but he said he was okay now, and they seemed better. That bit was good.

The bit where she and Squall hadn't talked since that stupid fight on Monday, that ... wasn't so great. That part sucked really hard.

She should go down to his room. No. She should call him. No, you know, she was going to wait it out and see if he contacted her, first. Okay, no, that was childish. She was going to ... text him? Kind of gauge his reaction?

Maybe she should flip a coin.

(will be linkdroppy. door cracked, post open)
angelo_wings: ([art] playful flouncing away)
Rinoa was bored. Her book had hit a lull, and there wasn't anything good on that TV everyone liked watching. So, naturally, she decided it was a good time to pester someone into amusing her.

Unfortunately, Squall was leaving just as she got to his room.

"Going somewhere fun?" she asked.

"Not really," he answered. "I'll be back later."

Which was, naturally, Rinoa's cue to annoy him into telling her where he was going (Apathy Club? weird name for a club) and into saying she could come along.

He had pointed out that he could not exactly stop her, and so she should do whatever she wanted.

Being Rinoa, she considered that an invitation.

(establishy. totally connects with my other post, yes. squall played by [livejournal.com profile] whateverknight and modded with his permission. be afraid. be very afraid.)
angelo_wings: ([art] cranky rinoa is cranky)
Rinoa had heard radio last night, and been astonished to find out that her father had sought out Squall in order to interrogate him. The nerve of that man! He had no right to cause problems with her friends!

And so she had called the hotel and left a very angry message that he was to meet her here, in the park, if he knew what was good for him. Thus missing several nuances of the situation entirely.

One being that he hadn't sought Squall out, and another that there had been no interrogation. But mostly, that he desperately wanted to see her, and would accept an angry Rinoa over no Rinoa at all.

(expecting the father, can be open to anyone!)
angelo_wings: ([field] reflecting with petals)
Rinoa had expected a number of things from this island, thanks to the warnings at the picnic, but the sentient flowers? Those had taken her by surprise.

They were adorable. They sang little songs and swayed in the wind and asked nosy questions about her love life.

"No, we broke up months ago," she explained. "The distance was too hard, since he was still at Garden. We stayed in touch, though."

A sympathetic chorus of ohhhhhhhhhhhhh's.

Who knew that flowers wanted to hear all about your ex-boyfriends?

(door and post open!)

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