Princess of the Timber Forest Owls

( This was HER club. )

This wasn't over. The Magic Box was hers. Sooner or later, Angelface would figure out that he'd underestimated her.

(Open for anyone who wants to talk to Rinoa Rita. The club itself is going up shortly!)

It was Saturday night. She'd been here a week without checking in. Conveniently, she had so very handwavily found a store to sell her a computer -- wireless, they said, which was confusing but she liked it.

So now she had no excuse not to e-mail Quistis and ... no, scratch that, Quistis didn't exactly like her. She didn't take it personally. She figured most of that had to do with the sulky dark-haired boy who'd declared himself her Knight.

Selphie, on the other hand? Selphie would appreciate the gossip. Especially if she started with the most important part.

( Dear Selphie: Squall Is Taking Sex Ed Class )

Angelo was asleep on the foot of her bed, and the door was open.

(will be linkdroppy as hell once I edit those in. yyyyyup, links ahoy! all squall-mods (like finding his schedule) were permitted by the mun. also open!)