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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.)
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.)
Room 421, Monday Midday
Nov. 14th, 2011 10:54 pmOkay, the good news was that Rinoa hadn't gotten married this time. She had just played in some kind of a recital and ... and convinced Seifer to get a cat.
The bad news was that weetiny her had not cared much about organizing her paperwork, and had scrapped all of the piles in order to tie ribbons on to Angelo. Which meant the very minor start she had on Friday was already gone, and she was going to count herself very, very lucky if no files had ended up in the wrong folders. Or if there weren't any paper airplanes or stickers on any of these.
Dammit.
Angelo was baying, sadly, about her fate, and Rinoa ... did not really have time to dedicate towards giving her the thorough washing and brushing that her furry bff needed, not when her dad might call at any minute and want a preliminary status update.
So she tied a quick note to Angelo's collar which read Rinoa's room full of files, and I need a bath. Can you help???? ♥ before scritching her dog's ears.
"Can you go to Squall?" she asked. "Squall? You know where he is. Go see Squall."
Angelo barked, nuzzling Rinoa's face. She was a highly-trained rescue dog. 'Go find that guy you hang out with all the time' was not exactly a hard mission.
And now. And now, to obsess over prisoner forms from the past two decades. She cracked her knuckles and dove in.
(Angelo hand-off modding is with permission, door closed, post open. Will have links later when I am less lazy)
The bad news was that weetiny her had not cared much about organizing her paperwork, and had scrapped all of the piles in order to tie ribbons on to Angelo. Which meant the very minor start she had on Friday was already gone, and she was going to count herself very, very lucky if no files had ended up in the wrong folders. Or if there weren't any paper airplanes or stickers on any of these.
Dammit.
Angelo was baying, sadly, about her fate, and Rinoa ... did not really have time to dedicate towards giving her the thorough washing and brushing that her furry bff needed, not when her dad might call at any minute and want a preliminary status update.
So she tied a quick note to Angelo's collar which read Rinoa's room full of files, and I need a bath. Can you help???? ♥ before scritching her dog's ears.
"Can you go to Squall?" she asked. "Squall? You know where he is. Go see Squall."
Angelo barked, nuzzling Rinoa's face. She was a highly-trained rescue dog. 'Go find that guy you hang out with all the time' was not exactly a hard mission.
And now. And now, to obsess over prisoner forms from the past two decades. She cracked her knuckles and dove in.
(Angelo hand-off modding is with permission, door closed, post open. Will have links later when I am less lazy)
