Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was subdued at the library today. She was going to occupy herself with shelving titles, and hoping no one asked about the white satin gloves she was wearing.

If anyone asked, she was going to claim they matched her outfit. They did. Because she had picked an outfit especially to match satin white gloves.

She wasn't gray any more; most of the physical changes had slowly disappeared. So maybe in a day or two, her fingernails would stop looking so much like talons.

Maybe.

(open/ocd-free)

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[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer eyed the other teen. "I don't know, man. You're not really my type. I like 'em a little more built up top."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Not you," Squall growled. "I was talking to Rinoa."

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer made like he was wiping a tear away. "See, now I'm just heartbroken."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Because I don't want to date you?" Squall asked with a smirk. "I had no idea you were so delicate."

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Wow. Seifer wasn't completely sure, but Squall may have just made a joke. He was going to have to check the weather forecast on Hell.

"Someone didn't pay attention in psych class. Don't you know the brash and rude exterior just hides the fluffy and cuddily insides?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"That's a generalization," Squall pointed out. "It doesn't apply to every specific instance. Your insides, for example, aren't fluffy OR cuddly."

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"How do you know? The freak doctor could have replaced my normally squishy insides with fluff and cotton!"